My Life In Word

A WOMAN NOW

In you 
I was afraid of losing me 
Losing me in 
The shallows of your blues 
Losing me in 
The baby-powder softness of your skin 
Losing me in 
The southern cadence of your speech 
Losing me in 
The velveteen of your touch 
Losing me in 
The sweet nothings that fell from your lips 

I am not the girl 
I used to be 
I am a woman now 
A bit weathered and worn 
But wiser than my youth 

I know better now 
Than to fall for the guise 
Behind the shallows of your blues 
Where deceit and turmoil lie 
I know all too well 
How faux-powered soft skin 
And a velveteen touch 
Can turn abrasive over time 
And how the cadence of speech 
Can turn harsh and abrupt 
Disturbing the flow of my peace 
I know that sweet nothings 
Are just that… 
Nothings 
Empty words surrounded by dead air 

No, I will not lose myself in you 
I will leave that to 
The young and naïve 
To the young and restless 
To the desperately despaired 
Because I am a woman now 
A bit weathered and worn 
But wiser than my youth 

Farewell 

Simona A. Brinson

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