Years Float From Scissors

I no longer carry you

in my hair.

Years float

from scissors

to the floor

and I am free.

The hate you sprinkled

in my starlight now

mixes with dirt.

A broom waits to

remove the last tie to your

midnight voice.

My eyes are brighter,

bluer, wider, at peace.

I no longer carry you

in my hair.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

The beautiful woman in the photo is my daughter, Dawn. She is an amazing woman of courage and strength who has fought illness and years of mental abuse from an ex-husband and his family. Yet, she has never let it define who she was. She is one of those rare people who shines brighter when life tries to steal her light. 

I wrote this for Margaret's Play It Again, Toads #11  I chose A Toad's Favo(u)rite Poem featuring poet Diane di Prima as inspiration.