She was soft, and quiet.
With thoughtful eyes, and the slowest of body.
Her mind was quick.
Synapses firing to give her grace, silence and posture.
She saw it all as one.
Her heart and mind in sync,
belly full of nothing but the sweetness of the love she felt for everyone. Words flowed with ease, when she used them.
She didn’t have to,
for her eyes spoke truths that sent shivers down strangers spines.
She scared some, too.
But, she never noticed.
Just filled her cup with water,
drank and walked forward.

They said his steps sounded like the ticking of a time bomb.

Her knees were in the dirt.
Blood, sweat and tears filled the earth,
and the sky cracked open.
Come closer, it said.
She shook her head, remembering the slow steps of her father’s father. The yellow fingers that toyed with the fabric between buttons,
The bruises that she wore on her abdomen.
The fear.
The pain.
It’s all the same,
it’s all the same.