She’d spoke to me of her Red
And how he loved to sing.
A pleasant voice beloved by all,
Gone thirty years by then.
Yesterday, I dreamed of high-heeled shoes,
Stumbling in my first pair of “big girl shoes”
As ankles rolled over the unaccustomed height.
Anger buried deep inside, created scars inside and out.
A childhood of pain and hidden secrets had me wishing for love.
Tender soul wounded deep, mirrors reflected the pain inside.
A lifetime of pain and sorrow covered what was really there.
Looking up through the darkness,
the sun shines in clear skies.
Reaching for its healing light,
I slide back to the bottom.
Mists surround me as I walk;
Moving with each step, I take.
The present clear, the future dim,
While tendrils shroud the past.