In the flick of her hair, she jumps right on in,
Helping with the load, carrying food in,
She greets all with a smile, no frown is to be had
In the presence of God, she is safe, she has begun.
She falters not once, driven by her sense of duty
She talks and supports all those in her circle
With care and with Love she meets all who are new
Her abundance of giving continues to get her through
Vulnerability of hers remains hidden in the shadows
It persists in the silence when all else matters
Her eyes glaze over and she wonders why she is here
Her energy is spent, there are no more fears
Disconnected and content within she clings to the version
Of herself filled with life, reason and purpose
No one calls or reaches out, she is strong she is independent
The stillness outside penetrates deep into the recesses.
Depressed she is not, for she sees the wonders in this life
The sunrise and sunset, the cicadas that thrive
The “I heart you” as her son slips out the door
The wiggly waggly tail of the fur baby on the floor
These are not the things she is missing in her life
Perhaps it is more her own being of delight
The rampant child full of mischief and mayhem
The artist the musician, the dancer within
Where does her spirit go to play all the long day?
It waits with relish for the time to finally give way,
When the freedom to simply be without needing to align
With another’s perspective of what it means to be fine.
Loneliness is the loss of passion and meaning in life
Where connections are superficial and harbour the need to do right
Surrounded or alone, it matters not for her sense of being
When connected she is the super hero of every girls dream.