She is nothing but another body. She has no face. No smile or frown. Her eyes do not exist and her nose nothing that made her world renowned. In her mind, her image very bleak but her words worth wild to read but not to speak. Confident in the face of a challenge but acceptance seems to be were her spirit leaks. And there is never enough time to explain why she sees, hears, and feels the way she does ; but to write it is to only release the lava of words that erupt upon her soul daily.

   But I’m crazy. Right? To understand such a tired soul is to plead insanity, I’m sure. The thoughts, cries, and worries are an endless secret untold. To whom I ask? Because to me it’s simple and has always been.

    She writes because the strong dark brown image of her is hidden. Within? I’m not sure but to find it, now that has to be the cure because to stay like this another day is mind wrenching and heart breaking but to cry to is to be weak. And in this world where you will either step on or be step on when climbing the ladder of success. I write down the words of my weary heart to avoid such a detrimental defeat.

  Because in my words I am not bleak. I’m the star of the show and the cheerleader at the top Pyramid Peak. I’m admired by the way I curve my “C’s”, Dot my “I’s” and Cross my “T’s”. My voice so STRONG you’d be a fool to repeat and think that you out do me. Ha! I write because I can escape the tired and obsolete cliché of being seen and not heard. I write because I want my children and generations under me to remember me for the words and phrases I spoke into this world not the way my hips sway, my lashes expand or my smile lays. I write to be THE LADY THAT IS HEARD AND NEVER SEEN COMING. I write to be like a Super Nova in space. A flash of light that happens in less than a second and once every other century, but never forgotten because of it.