JenOfPoetry METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING
She’s Fancy - Poem by JenOfPoetry METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING
A dress of elegance filled with pain and a slit of questions.
A shawl of silk drapes her shoulders warding away the chills empty nights.
Her make-up, full of bright earth hues representing her demeanor of earthbound composure, covers the tiredness.
Brown castings surround the face presenting the foundation of her natural features.
Gold tones camouflaging the misery in her eyes with happy endings
Lashes, long & dense, flapping with each blink waving for help as drowning waters from beneath rise to the surface and stop for she refuses to shed a tear of weakness.
Look a bit deeper there can be seen dark colors of past relations who took her heart for granted.
Love peaks through with a speck of light giving indication it still lives within.
Lips shimmer with the radiance of neutral gloss. Illuminating the words of helpless cries, forming into kisses of serenity.
A smile covers the frown of anger and despair.
Porcelain crowns disguise the yellowing from the smoking stress weighing on her mind.
Adorned in the finest stones of ruby bruises and sapphire scars,
Rings decked in gemstones circling the form of her fingers are the brass knuckles of protection ready to take down the next coming to threaten her security.
Her nails polished in red, resembling the blood stains from battles she faces daily.
Stockings fitting her tight muscular legs are the stronghold ready to kick in doors and walk away from betrayal and doubt of others.
Walking on Stilettos tears, regaining, bringing up the market price on her worth; piercing the flesh of those who defile her name & value.
Hairstyle that stands out with sophisticated struggles royal maturity.
A posture of reverence and strength
A stature of confidence and dignity
A skill set so vast she can conquer any and everything with a stride of grace and ease.
She is beauty walking,
Yet no one can see the tribulations she carries in the deepest parts of her soul
No one knows the trials she has endured
No one can fathom the power, quality, suffering & agony she carries...
No one can be as fancy she.
JenOfPoetry 'Metaphorically Speaking'
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