Saturday, July 21, 2012

Matter's of the heart

She stands on the edge of the rock, watching the 1st color of the morning sky, a dusty rose. Perched on a cold slippery stone, at the lakes edge, while the water laps at her feet.

She looks back on her life, wondring how she came to be here. Choices. Other than the whisper of a light breeze, the only sound is the call of the loons.

She lets her robe drop, thinking all the while how other's view her in her swimsuit at her age. She has slipped out of the home while her family sleeps, to think in the quiet of the morning.

No one can see her, among the tree's surrounding the water, and who would want too? She is alone with her thoughts. Most people would avert thier eyes, for she dresses young considring her age. Does it matter? She is happy with how she is, how she has lived. She knows she is stylish when fully clothed, but time has robbed her of her of the lushness of her body. Her creamy skin, and shiny hair. She still feels like she is 20, but in fact, is much older.

She is unrecognizable as the girl she was then, in fact, this is true for everyone. No one her age see's the person they were in the mirror.

She eases into the water, but today for some reason, the water seems colder, her body seizes in shock, and she already wants to turn back. She can't seem to get her stride. When she was younger, she could swim circles around this lake. She use to relish this.

She remembers the water being warmer, more accepting of her body.

The early morning has stolen time, The time before the children wake and need her. She wishes it could last forever, the quiet, the freedom.

Today is not as pleasant as she thought it to be. It was just a shadow of what it could have been. How she dreamed it.

She didn't like being reminded of her age, it made her angry, frustratged. She was unbeatable at one time. As she put her robe on, she saw a figure standing in the tree's. Only did she?  Was it her imagination, or was it?

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