Pull my hair in a bun,
And slip on my slim, cotton blue dress stolen from former daytime use.
I send a text or two to you when the night has tucked me in and laid me bare against my belly and my full thoughts.
I know I must prepare for the 5 am HIIT that is waiting to dent my day, and
Remind me that I am steel too, even right now.
I shed a tear. A round, full, untimely tear.
Lately, I have the ones that don’t even announce themselves. They just show up when I flashback to all the tremors.
But I now know it is because I infinitely love like that. When one seeks to demolish through deed or action, I will still be the solid structure ready to withstand.
But you tell me that the point is a true love wouldn’t put me in a storm or a tremor in the first place and suddenly, I am dry.
I am resolve.
I am rational.
I am well-lit.