She looks like a vision
Wispy blond hair
Kohl lined eyes
Red stained lips
Signature beauty mark right above the lip
She is still
There is no friendly chatter this morning
No baked goods
Silly jokes
She is still
She has a smile on
But something feels off
I know my job is to take pictures
But I can sense unease
She blows something invisible out of the way
Strikes one pose after the other
A smile here
a tiny laugh there
Graceful in a black off the shoulder gown
Bare back
Fingers gripping material
She smiles at me
But all I can see is sadness
A woman suffering from indescribable anguish
She is too proud to talk about her worries
But I can see that she is breaking through the lens