i can't think of a title















i close my eyes
i see her, standing in the corner with gray clothes
and a tight look on her face, full of fear and anger

her arms crossed so tight. hands cold.
and her soul cluttered, shaking
tightness squeezing her lungs and heart

there's more to her.

i tell her i love her. indeed i do. she has saved me. rescued me
when i was alone and unable. she's a badass who knows the law
she stands up and commands respect and i love her

she's driven and determined.

she lowers her hands and i see her smile. she looks like me.

Comments

Z said…
I thought of REACHING when I saw those photos.
And I LOVE your poem....and I love "her", as you know! :-)
Jen said…
i love you too, Z.
thank you. xoxo

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