A glimmering girl of movement

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Things are not always what they seem

I came from negative photography so I believed, beauty came from broken wings

She’s is a muted goddess but she feels she is muddied totem and godless

Running on raw feet to keep the fear at bay, she is Zola Bud without a flag

A thin line of angularity, stretching on tarmac into distance with her naked courage

She says, damn it, don’t put me on a pedestal

I want to tell her; it’s just believing in you, but she’s like me in that regard

Children brought up on curses, never believe velvet coated words

They’re drawn to the familiar caustic lack of praise, boiled with the bones of shaven headed ancestors

She feels safe in critical people’s iron gaze, mulling over flaws like antique appraiser

And if I could I would, redo her start, give her warmth and security, raise her up and place, the sunlight in her eyes

A golden trophy for my cousin, who runs at dawn to hide her cries, one long limbed stride into furious future

And as she runs she hears the chime of those who believe in her, even as she can only concentrate, on feeling motion tuning its drum

There in her deep heart, thrumming to keep going, against weather’s worst, she defies expectation, a glimmering girl of movement

 

FOR MY BEAUTIFUL COUSIN. I LOVE YOU.

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22 thoughts on “A glimmering girl of movement

  1. This is beautiful and your cousin will be overcome with emotion reading it.

    “She feels safe in critical people’s iron gaze, mulling over flaws like antique appraiser

    And if I could I would, redo her start, give her warmth and security, raise her up and place, the sunlight in her eyes

    A golden trophy for my cousin, who runs at dawn to hide her cries, one long limbed stride into furious future”

    Simply beautiful.

  2. Such beautiful words in tribute to your cousin Candice. And happy to see this post in my reader as I visit it today.. Sending Huge Hugs, Life is one constant race as we dodge fear, as we run in search of security and happiness.. The trick to winning, is looking forward, and trying to stop looking over our shoulders.. Not easy when so much is pursuing us. But with each step we reach our goals..
    Sending LOVE.. ❤

  3. Powerful sentiment! I loved all of the story you told; I so wish I “redo her start” for so many folks.

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