11 years
She was the kind of woman that wouldn't take any shit from anyone no matter what, I admired her. She could command attention from any room at any time or place with just her energy and that wasn't all she had under her sleeve. From moonlighting at a favorite club to after hours in dark corners she would make the night longer and the day brighter just being her, but that wasn't all she had. She spent too many nights chasing the dragon and slaying her justified adversary with the cut of her words and the spin on her heel. One night ran into three and so on trying to find her dignity inside of a bottle, not just booze but pills with a side of something to snort for desert. Her friends are few, her problems are many, her life swimming in the proverbial toilet and somehow people seem to generally care for and want to help her.
Life takes a turn for the better, as the upside is 20 20, she becomes pregnant knowing her lifestyle will not allow certain habitual royalties. From conception to birth she made promises to herself and new child that this will be better than the last 10 years of her so-called life. The Father was in a distant future, her Mother helped along the way and those certain people who adored her for the cut throat diva she once was seemed to disappear from her new life. The slim few who stayed around to witness her self renewal and reinvention were adorned with the highest form of love she knew how to give and give she did. Little did she know those few had lives of their own, problems of their own and trials only they could vote not guilty and live to see another year. Some of them flew to better places, some of them just grew apart and the rest lost their way and held on to what they thought were "Good Times". For those who held on got the brunt of the blame as she dove into resentment and shame from her past trying to make good. These people were not to blame. . .she wasn't to blame either. Time just wasn't the seductive mistress she once was and for that they all suffered silently going through the motions of being polite and cordial because of history.
She walked into a room and every face light up like the night sky of our independence. Woman wanted to be her, men wanted her and the rest knew that this too shall pass.
Life takes a turn for the better, as the upside is 20 20, she becomes pregnant knowing her lifestyle will not allow certain habitual royalties. From conception to birth she made promises to herself and new child that this will be better than the last 10 years of her so-called life. The Father was in a distant future, her Mother helped along the way and those certain people who adored her for the cut throat diva she once was seemed to disappear from her new life. The slim few who stayed around to witness her self renewal and reinvention were adorned with the highest form of love she knew how to give and give she did. Little did she know those few had lives of their own, problems of their own and trials only they could vote not guilty and live to see another year. Some of them flew to better places, some of them just grew apart and the rest lost their way and held on to what they thought were "Good Times". For those who held on got the brunt of the blame as she dove into resentment and shame from her past trying to make good. These people were not to blame. . .she wasn't to blame either. Time just wasn't the seductive mistress she once was and for that they all suffered silently going through the motions of being polite and cordial because of history.
She walked into a room and every face light up like the night sky of our independence. Woman wanted to be her, men wanted her and the rest knew that this too shall pass.
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