Centuries She Lived,
Centuries she lived,
she hid and
lamplight dimmed
in the presence of
shadows she made
Silence stretched over
her feelings
no one ever heard her pleading
Her emotions lacked composure
so she built defenses
dug her trenches
a solitary shoreline
comprised of boulders
catching memories
as though she’s stealing
timelines that couldn’t be
yearning for some slice
of what’s appealing
to shatter glass atop a ceiling
despite orders decreed
fate’s fleeting dealings
left her reeling
contemplating life
and its proceedings
forced to deal
knowing destiny
withholds revealing
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In fleeting moments of beauty
will you think of me?
If there was one image
to come to mind
when my name is murmured in kind
ringing ears
interjecting thoughts
what would it be?


I remember the feeling of camaraderie like an intoxicating wine and now I find myself dreading small moments of casual interacting. Is it because Im no longer masking?
To be a woman
is to change
constantly.
Raised to know your name
is temporary
and your home is fleeting.
When I was little
I envied my brother
our last name was forever his.
Our family line
is one and the same
and yet I will be
some forgotten member
of the family tree.
I struggled to accept
my storyline would soon enough
be lost in time.
To be a woman
is to bid farewell
to multiple versions
of yourself.
- fleeting thoughts 9/26/24

Just because I take what comes doesn’t mean I do not wonder what drives us forward.