Light catches in the folds of
my pink silken robe.
Playing with the lines, the curves,
the sheen that is from its silken softness.
I smile at my feminine choice of pink silk.
And like silk, I am strong underneath,
The softness belying my hidden force of spirit.
Well, not hidden.
But, perhaps, disguised.
We all wear many guises in our lives.
Wife, friend, coworker, aunt, and sister
are my dominant personae.
In that order, I navigate my life,
by who I am to others.
And who I am to me is still unfolding.
Like the silken fabric draping
of the robe I wear.
Soft, womanly, sensual, tender,
kind, reflective, caring, and loving.
These words all describe me,
as I redefine them for me.
Softness is what I seek.
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