Ma Che Bella Me...

(This post is dedicated to the two of you...)

xx

On The Verge

of

A Song

Naked and bruised

And all torn up.

I am you

Trying on a pretty dress.

It flows with life

Not—death.

Wanting.

A nighttime sky

Blue, is the color of my dress.

(and it is long)

I think

I can feel it flowing, as I

Move

Slowly—back and forth.

I look down and I see its embroidered

Tiny-print-of

Lovely.

I think

(for a moment only)

to dance.

But my face looks down

Still.

unable to see

Me.

In the mirror—straight ahead

It challenges my heart

Always

With dread.

If I lift my eyes to see,

Who will my reflection

Be?

Perhaps

Her.

A nightmare

Staring back at

Me.

I lift my head;

Our eyes meet, for

The-first-time.

With my

Soul

I cover Her

And together

We are

Free.

On the verge of a song I hear

Me sing:

“It’s alright now. Okay to see…in the mirrior…

ma che bella me.

I am Beautiful…

Ma che bella me.”

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