Her Essence Is In Her Walk

Her essence is in her walk, in the strong sure stride of her steps in the stitch in her side caused by the birth of her child. She moves through the world with all the sureness of a monarch, but not with self importance or vanity, no she is simply comfortable. Life is hard you can see it in her eyes, they are cloudy and yellowing. Just as they are piercing and beautiful, she moves on, her essence is in her walk. It’s a flag from a country you have never visited, all her own, you can only learn what she tells you and listen carefully when she speaks. She bleeds for you, but she does not grow weak she has blood like salve. Her heart is your savior , her love was your life her essence is in her walk.