This poem is for all of the women in my life who make it a little easier to breathe … to laugh … to cry … to be myself. If you’re wondering if you are one of the exquisite souls who inspired it – you are.
Does she know?
. . .
She is a wonder
an apothecary of magic
weaving words that draw
and settle
and heal
places of your spirit
you didn’t even know were raw
until her brilliant stardust of diction
falls into the cracks
mixing with molten hope until
you become, once more,
a priceless paragon
liquid gold filling you …
making you stronger than you ever were
before you realized you were broken
She is not afraid of scars
but welcomes them in …
tracing their storylines –
drawing silver strands forth
crisscrossing beautiful strings of prose
until all that remains
is a dreamcatcher of renewed wishes
She is a wonder
the embodiment of all that is good
and worthy
and precious
breathing life into lost dreams
and lost dreamers alike
She is a wonder
a curator of fragile memories
a keeper of secrets too heavy to hold alone
a kindred confidant
a borrowed gift of heaven
. . .
Does she know?
this quotable life 