
The Weathering
began the day she took her first breath.
As air first swarmed her lungs,
and a new mother's caress grazed her god kissed, newborn skin.
It was sculpting her soul to an imperfect expectation
as she was zipped into a swath of butter smooth ivory..
with an unknown and fallible world laid at her feet.
Later it held her hand, as it drew her youthful spirit away, replacing
it with one that was more suited for reality.
In the end it lightly danced on her being,
leaving her with
a sweet, soft smile of peacefully aged
grace.
began the day she took her first breath.
As air first swarmed her lungs,
and a new mother's caress grazed her god kissed, newborn skin.
It was sculpting her soul to an imperfect expectation
as she was zipped into a swath of butter smooth ivory..
with an unknown and fallible world laid at her feet.
Later it held her hand, as it drew her youthful spirit away, replacing
it with one that was more suited for reality.
In the end it lightly danced on her being,
leaving her with
a sweet, soft smile of peacefully aged
grace.













