“There is so much more to you.
Why do you work so hard to hide? “
I have always been Strong. The women in my family (and who are there but women in my family) are all Strong. Some more than Others. And Others more than they know. But, yes, I have always been Strong. With a weakness for young men, sunny coasts, and three part harmony. But Strong nonetheless. Strong and Good. I have always been Good. At healing the sick, at walking the wounded, at singing the dying to parts unknown. But I remember a time, long ago and far away, a time when strength and goodness were not all I was. A time when my laughter made the tired exhale with joy, when my voice could loose the most ambitious knot, when the softest blush of my skin left men (and sometimes women) breathless and aching for more. If you had known me then, If you had seen me then, Would you have known Would we have known Would all those insistent male genes have overpowered whatever is weak and deadly in me. Would they have fought their way in, hanging on with the tenacity of their Lion Lord until they burst forth from us both, your boys become Our Boy, One Strong Boy, with blood-black hair and brilliantine green eyes. And where is, what has become of my better side. The infinite print of your blue seeps fresh and silver deep into my scarred skin. A heart has only so many beats; a fast-beating heart has so many fewer. However many, however few, they are yours, my love. They are yours. ©sdrogers 10 november 2012