Posted in Her, I wrote, Rhymes

Difficult Woman.

What happens when a difficult woman finds love?

her shoulders loosen up,
the fists open up a little
her steps are lighter.
and like a ripple
one by one
her walls come down,
her smile shows up, 
and it makes her frown.
for she's surprised too
at this newfound calm
this ease, it's new,
and on her palm
she no longer finds,
little crescent digs
for nothing's too tight 
nor her heart or her fists
she's both afraid and happy.
amused too, at the result.
as she eases towards 'loved'
and out of 'difficult'.
Posted in Rhymes

Another day.

My mind often wonders
In this wasteland, do colours really survive?
The sun, casting another one of his smiles,
Lives to answer my misgivings.