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.
