War Paint, Part 3
For the first time in a long time I forget my lipstick
I let my hair down in the breeze
My heart feels a little lighter and my skin feels my own when I flex my fingers
I remember months of walks in the East Village, the same refrains, like I’ll never be the same.
This life changes me and I know now needing my armor doesn’t take away my strength.
I push my glasses up and sniffle in the spring evening.
For the first time in a long time I breathe deep and let go.
Change of Winds
It is such a strange time
The world is endlessly possible
I want to live in it for awhile
Dance in the rain
The sky is deep and blue and the sun is strong and I wonder if I’ll someday learn to be less confused
I can feel the change of winds.
The air is crisp tonight,
The scent of fresh blooms and green leaves carry on the drizzle,
The trees reminding us it is never too late to begin.
I walk home steady and remember I never need permission to start again.
I find daffodils on East Houston Street
They take me back in memory and I remember just how hard it can be to keep moving forward
How spring is coming and the air will be alive again, a warmth that holds tight to my fingertips.
I try to count my days the way I count the bobby pins i slide into my hair in the morning.
One, at a time.
If, But When
Soft touches of wind whip my hair as I walk home tonight.
I try not to lose myself again in someone else’s arms,
But it is hard to stand tall in quicksand.
Tonight I remember I am always more than I believe I am.
The question is never if, but when.