The orange sky paints her with fierce peace
As imperfect and lovely  as her
***** and wiry hair in the wind
Marked and pale skin reflectance of the pink sky hues
Alone she sits
On the edge of the bridge
A bottle in her hand
A smile as conflicted as an eclipse
She watches as the sun reaches mid point,
An eternal equinox that lasts only a moment
Her eyes neither green nor brown
A beautiful muddied mess
Her clothes are torn but fitting
Her hands are fiddling aimless
As she basks in independence and utter loneliness
And for a moment, she understands the world
She understands life, the galaxy, the earth
She feels her imperfections but her utter love for herself
And for a moment nothing hurts
And all as well
Then the sun continues to move,
And time resumes
Another sip out of the bottle
Another bittersweet smile and happiness mottled
But she knows what she knows
Has felt what she has felt
Looking at dawn or dusk
She looks at herself
Rising and falling,
In a beauty of furious colors
Bright and burning,
Ending and beginning,
Sunrise and Sunset girl
When do you know if you are winning?