Behold her:
A woman, getting older Growing bolder Instead of colder With two strong shoulders Beneath a head swirling with things I told her: That being alone and being sober Turn you into a female soldier The first to admit her needs don’t include a man to fit her For the sister glitters without a mister Wants no other to need or complete her Her independence is transcendence And no one person’s entrance could possibly end it Or so I told her Then one day She swayed Because her knees were weaker The days tasted sweeter And as if it had been eager to meet her - Love greeted her And in just a moment Her heart burst wide open She found that it had her feeling Like someone peeling back the covers Who then discovers That the world has secret colors And she was just now able to see them Now, behold her: A woman, growing younger Filled with a new and lovely hunger That will make her fight through rain and thunder To simply watch her lover slumber They say that age is just a number And if that’s true Then growing up Is merely showing up To the possibility Of falling, headfirst, into opportunity And perhaps maturity Is understanding life will treat you brutally And just as often beautifully To lean into that lunacy Is to be behaving humanly Maybe love is that confusing dichotomy? So behold her: A woman, timeless, on the rise. A belly full of butterflies A heart of easy compromise Sunrise dawning in his eyes Moonlight resting on their thighs She needs him, but she needs him not Love simply isn’t what I thought - Truly a better endeavor Than I was ever taught. So I did not plan it And I may not understand it But by god I now demand it Author We hope you enjoyed this beautiful piece written by Anna Snedden.
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