Friday, March 9, 2012

momma.

rainmaker, spiritual guide,
she holds weight upon her shoulders,
strange eyes peer into confidence,
soul soaked with character castigation.

her heart runs in countless intentions,
her brain pounds, hung on former standards,
unable to control strain left within her eyes.

dilated pupils hide secrets in her irises,
craving the romance of a million bright roses.

she steps silently.