~that was then.. only NOW

We canonize the dead as if they were never

   human, despite realities

  these fade to forgotten as we attempt to split the veils

  retracting in fear, and all that was becomes a new history

black hats and white hats are set in stone

    as time is only a filter if we move with it

 

You fingering her as raw and ragged

     a statement of who YOU are

    she is only an excuse for your misery because

          you do not know her.. you never did

    as time has passed she is nothing in your world

      you never held much weight in hers, even years ago

  in this Now moment, she only sees a wraith

      unwilling to love the light

 

See, her “resting b***h” face was that of a child

   beaten behind closed doors

 bruised and who had more talent in her small finger

than you will ever know in your life

 

Yet she would never have denied you the right to change

    as you saddled her in granite carved from past errors

    taking the dead and glorifying them in an attempt to victimize her

   but she is nobody’s victim and Now

      she sees you bragging about “surviving on “hate and caffeine”

    yet she would never wish upon you the trials she has had to overcome

            or the losses that made her strong

 

So if that b***h angry face helped her to survive

    she gives not one f**k what you think

as there is a world of beauty that she adores

    love is everywhere, and it is the alchemy that makes life worth living

 

 

She can even see your shadows, knowing them for pain

      forgiving you for your hatred

         because she knows it is you that carries the open wound

      and you cannot bleed her, she will not allow it

 shining goddess that she is.

             sweet child of the universe

     flower loving, puppy hugging, madly in love with life

    this is her face.. this is who she is

          

You, with your shadowself, not once

           no old acquaintance… 

                  never again will hang her

 

She is smiling….  the sun shining around and through her

     .. and it is a new Now moment

(c)  Katherine Wyatt  All Rights Reserved 2017