Dressed For Success
A change throughout the years
She wears the wrap of the crystal blue of the summer sky,
Adorns her hair in the whistle of her favourite birds,
Tangled curls dreadlocked with the tiny wings of a wasp nest,
Dressed within the very deepest of her heartfelt words.
******
She loves you to the ninth degree, there’s no room left within her heart,
She wove the history of her perfect past fantasy into her dreams,
Using the butterfly effect in which to help her cope,
Because to do otherwise would vocalise her nightly screams.
******
She waited out the decades of possibilities, searching for a better outcome,
All her eggs piled high in one basket, building her destructive scrambled eggs,
She cried her tears that fell non-stop from eyes of disbelief,
Leaving her with a heart that begs for what society feels is the dregs.
******
She lost her shoes on some of the darkest beaches,
Trampled barefoot through waves that drenched her happiness to the shore,
Almost drowned her sorrows in a moonlit wonder scape,
And left the bulk of her emotions swimming in a riptide forevermore.
******
She’s tired and exhausted at the trees she’s had to clamber the boughs to survive,
She’s searched under rocks, in the clouds and below the sunrise looking for the promised pot of gold,
Her bones have grown weary, her muscles atrophied as her weakness grew,
And her eyes faded from the prize as she grew old.
******
Just as she gave up and let go of the universal want she carried upon her broken heart,
Miracles where thrown down on her and lit her dreams like a Christmas tree,
Possibilities asked to be chosen, needs begged to be met,
And a loving desire overtook the now of yesterday, begging to be set free.
******
She believed, she longed, she hoped and she dreamed,
The difference being that this time, she anchored her feet firmly upon the ground,
No longer agreeing to a mind lost wandering the heavens, way up above the clouds,
Because she knows from past experience that up there, she loses valuable sound.
******
It was why, in the past, she lost the tweaking of broken promises,
Why shock was the dress she chose to wear every day,
But those times have past, she’s matured like a fine wine,
Walking the oath that is true to her, she understands the necessity to get lost along the way.
******
Now, she lets what will be to be,
She gave up the fight, held on tight and woke with a smile,
Hers is of the deserving, served on a platter when the time is right,
And her new dress of choice? Is one with Mother Nature’s classic style.
About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (2)
Such a powerful story of struggle and of triumph, awesome as always!
Wow, this poem really shows the journey from struggle to strength! The way she goes from wearing shock to rocking a new “dress” of confidence is so cool. Love how it wraps up with a smile and Mother Nature's style!✨