Saturday, November 08, 2014

legacy

Rainbows of a different sort.  All the right colors, ribbons grounded below your feet, circling up, wrapped around you just tight enough to be confusing. 

Security or constraint?

Bound yes, but with softness and beauty.  Colored silk, smooth and watery, no knots to be found. 

You assumed it was to keep you prisoner.  You learn it was to keep you safe from harm.  You understand the only risk of harm comes from within.

I am the sum of all daughters before me.  I carry our history with me, silent tattoos etched from within - a map of those things you cannot trust to memory. 

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