SHE: Life in third person, made personal.

Fearlessly
She
Stood
That she might have rest.

Rest from that which aileth her
Giving herself a once over

Straightening her blouse
Adjusting the tightness
of an earring

She
stepped forward
With others
behind

She hears them
But only faintly for
Her focus is ahead

She smiles
Teeth not quite perfectly
straight
Nonetheless
never could strip away the beauty of
The combination of her honey brown
skin
Peachy lips
And two deep dimples
Surrounding them

Her back straight
a little bit of pain from the
stress of what pressed into it
most of her life
no longer
supercedes her

She is stepping one
two
two to one
one two
again and
forward
some more.

Away
from
that which lies
posteriorly
she is
never
to
look
back..

She
IS
PROGRESS

The pregnancy birthed
forth from her
She now is holding the
beginning of a new life
within her arms
her hands
And the beauty of the
child astounds
Her.

She quickens her pace from time to time
but never loses herself to the journey's
pressure
Never to get lost on the winding path
Life has never mapped out
for
Her.

She IS
She WAS
And now SHE
will be

RENEWED.