Tuesday, June 19, 2012
PART III – EDWINA MELTY HANDS
Edwina was her name…well, not really, not her real name, but Edwina nonetheless
She was always on the run, always on a spree, flying back and forth; just ask…she’s here
Showing off her talent, pretending to be free, but trapped by her own challenges, locked inside indeed
Mademoiselle Edwina, would you like some wine? Looking good, Miss Edwina! nice to see you and welcome back…
As time goes by Edwina, looking to be real, eager to be noticed, tried out different things
Bendy one Edwina, funny one Edwina, pretty one Edwina, smarty pants Edwina, reliable Edwina…sad inside Edwina
Why you cry, Menina Edwina? Need more time to freshen up? Put yourself together, Edwina! You can’t afford to be the weak vulnerable one.
Who is judging if not herself? Her own reflection fading out…unrecognizable threatening shadows firing back from her almond watery eyes…
Don’t be so tough on you Edwina, open the lock and spread your mind. You have the key right in your hands, the golden passport, the non-stop pass …just loosen up, shake it off, open up and say ENOUGH!
So close yet so far, it sounds so easy, it scares so much. To Edwina the good one, was given the chance to step forward, for no good reason, no question marks, no hidden agenda or hard feelings… can this be right?
And then Edwina, being Edwina, pondered and wondered way too much. Over thinking is her thing, a nasty habit if you will. The key is yours, darling, it always has and it will always be. Don’t forget: is in your hands, not even hidden, it is right here.
Right …in… my… fragile… melting… hands.
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