Inspired by Word of the Day prompt.
I am
a spider-smear on the wall
a tired little sigh from an old lady on the bus
gum on the sidewalk
transparent
Then you turn your head and look at me
You can see me.
I look down at my new hands
I am a woman, with such hands as these?
Is this shining hair my own?
And these strong legs carrying my weight?
I daren’t look in the mirror yet.
Not until you prove my face real
with a kiss.
You are my comfort.
You wrap me in your warm embrace.
Softly console me when I cry.
You know me inside and out.
The only one I can rely on.
Any time, day or night
You are there
Always willing to spark a little joy
Into my waning mindset.
You are so tender
But sometimes you have a little bite.
Rough around the edges
You are bitter enough to match me
You are sweet enough to sweeten me
I can feel my brain chemistry change in your presence
When you are gone your memory lingers.
Why is it that nothing good can last?
My greatest love
My finest friend
My hopeless addiction
O chocolate brownie
The wind loves each leaf.
After they burn up their colors
It gently stacks in corners
The delicate remains
Until they are thousands.
Not a single one bent.
Two lovely people
My brother and new sister
Gorgeous souls
They are going to live together
They fell in love online
They fell in love through a camera
They fell in love while four thousand miles apart.
They have struggled to be together
They have done SO MUCH PAPERWORK
They have fought their way from the brink of madness
Battled loneliness, isolation, heartache
To find one another on opposite shores.
I am glad they are together
They can find a little quietude
They can be complete now
They fit together
They are going to take care of each other
Snuggle up
Take solace in each other’s eyes
And face the future
Hand in hand
Doubly strong
For the things they have conquered
For the things they will fight together
For the people that they make each other into
They will grow together.
They have so far to go.
They have come so far already.
How can anyone hate people?
I love people.
People with their different shaped hands and feet
Their little eccentricities and foibles.
They get angry and puff around.
They laugh.
They obsess over their animals.
They hate their flaws.
They idolize others.
They’re absolutely undeniable thoroughly insane
Using complex language to express complex ideas
Their minds are inexplicably networked tunnels of lightless caves filled with with god knows what.
Just like children or pets
You get what you expect from them.
They are gorgeous
Every one of them
Fascinating, funny, tragic.
They have a lot of pride
They all want to take care of each other
And they drive each other nuts in their efforts to do so.
Sarah D. Silvey 