Strong Enough

she’s strong enough to admit she cannot do it alone & when she speaks, you listen, when she sings, you listen, when she stares off in silence, you listen (for the next wise word to come about), not because you expect anything but what draws from times past that haven’t killed her yet but which linger just below the surface & emanate through her eyes so ****ing beautiful that to stand in anything but awe would be the greatest lie to oneself--- what comes from the witness of such wisdom is the possibility of not making the same mistakes & what comes from the exchange of lending your ear is the possibility that she will stay one more day to walk on, speaking, singing, telling the tales that only she knows like breaths being exhaled in a long long run or a hike up a mountain which seems like it has no peak.