This smile, she is timely,
she has arrived well and alive,
with her presence her owner will revive,
feel stronger,
amazing,
and whole.
There were calls for her demise,
suffocations of her interior,
breath caught in her lungs,
catching at the escape,
wishing for the air never to be free nor fly,
but now, a rapid sigh of relief,
a time of kingly brightness and benevolence
as a hand reaches out to warm and caress.
The air no longer is dry, dead,
nor stale,
but the validity of her smile is it’s alive
for all to see:
we can see those teeth flash bright for miles and miles.
And the succinct fact is the woman’s happy,
she doesn’t need to be given this or that to be lively,
she is creating her life as priority,
her satisfaction as part of her personality,
she’s no longer reaching out to all as an anomaly,
wishing to appeal or appease,
no, those moments begged for her to leave.
She wasn’t required,
she wasn’t necessary,
but she is enough, enough,
she calls freely,
a triumphant self-awareness of her worth and truth,
there’s no cause for her persistence to be belittled,
for between those days and now there is
much mental and physical distance to view.
© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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