No blanket can cover a hard days work
Stories of strength behind each line
Tucked between her furrowed brows
Rosy, rusty, deep bronze shadows
Wiped clean. Flesh reveals her glow
She doesn’t acknowledge
This natural state.
No powder, no grease, nor chiseled face;
All an illusion for power must prevail
Twists and turns all night. It’s a struggle
Keeping it together. she could not fail.
Unwinding thoughts, broken spokes;
Clock per ticks to hands awake.
Nothing and everything
happens in between these hours.
Fading fast. Glimpse of strings
Connect alarming buzz in disguise
repeated too soon
to open her glassy eyes.
Piercing glances, she picks up her
Brush to paint her story. To face. She sees
whom she cannot deny,
which IS to be whoever she wants to be.