Exhale

She held her breath and waited

Looking for a permit to be who she really was

For someone to say, OK, now you can be you

It never occurred to her it was her choice

Until it was almost too late

She released her breath and stepped forward

Into the beauty of the unknown

And went to see who she would find inside

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: permit

The Unraveling

It began innocuously enough:

A fissure in the surface of her consciousness

Something slowly began its escape

From the depths of long-since sealed off passages

And traveled the complex distances within her soul

Until one day it broke free at last

The bloody, naked truth shot forth

Filled her awareness with itself

A seismic riff that turned her world on its axis

A silent scream shook every cell of her psyche

And with that, she came to know her Real self

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: silent

Blank Page

The legend of me

Changes daily

Sometimes hourly

Sometimes rooted in the past

Sometimes projected into the future

Sometimes whispered, often shouted

I have allowed ghostwriters

Free reign for far too long

Time to write my own story

I know it best, after all

Gonna get quiet and listen

For the voice that is my own

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: legend

Color Guard

“Don’t varnish the truth, darling,” she said to no one in particular as she resolutely declined to add more lipstick color to her lips. She could plainly see the little telltale lines above her upper lip and the way the bright red color she had favored in her youth now bled off into the tiny trenches, and with that, she was done with reds. It would be pinks and faint corals from now on, until the day when even those colors would need to be retired.

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: varnish