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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.

22 Replies to “A glimmering girl of movement”

  1. This is beautiful and your cousin will be overcome with emotion reading it.
    “She feels safe in critical peopleโ€™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

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