I am stronger than you. I am more, much more than you think I am. I am capable & original. You are merely a carbon copy of what you see in me, a reflection on my shining surface, shaken into pieces with the touch of my hand.
By Fierce Sister7 years ago in Poets
She smells like the earth. Her hair wild like the wind on the headlands, her eyes bright like moonshine reflected on a lake stone.
Old Jack Frost reminds you that the passing of life is always meant to be a beautiful and honored thing. His delicate hand throwing glisten and sparkle over mulch and decay — His is a selfless act, a death defying beauty.
Remember who you were before 'him', before 'her', before 'them'. You were a wild thing, not different, but more 'you' than an 'us'.
You were supposed to stay forever, not until death do us part, I was always meant to go first. I sit here looking at the lifeless bee on the windowsill,
Snow wipes the slate clean. My mother used to say it fell upon you like angel kisses, each one forgiving you of something.