sorayaja
these bones have seen a lot.....
carried me through whirlwinds I never expected to come back from
they're like hers....
mother's....
thick and knobby......
I've never been that kind of woman...
elegant and graceful....
sometimes the winter snow makes me feel that way though.... awake and zippy like a little wren...
i'm starting to creak and groan from the inside....
i never saw her at this age..
but she has the same bones...
i figure she's been here before too
i guess it's different for everyone.... the way we protect the pasts journey into our soul like some hidden pathway through the forest
i try to understand the visions of others' hearts
sometimes, i fail to
fail to see the love beyond the secrets and bruises....
i've just been told i don't get it...
sadly
i do.......
but i don't want anyone else to
not anymore.