her paints composed of
but when makeup would not suffice,
she borrowed truths.
"I slammed my hand in the car door."
"I tripped over the laundry basket."
"I was in such a rush I didn't realize I'd
closed the door & BAM!"
"My heal broke and I couldn't catch
myself in time."
words came easily;
she'd never known anything else.
but they were her truths to bear -
hers, not her daughters;
& so the first time
her daughter felt the sting
of those truths,
she made sure it was the last -
burying the truths
beneath the lush pink roses.
On inspiration for this piece: This idea was pulled from Poetic Asides's 2015 April PAD Challenge: Day 30. "For today’s prompt, take the phrase 'Bury the (blank),' replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem."
Alas, it is day 30! While there were definitely moments I struggled, I knew I would make it to the end. It definitely feels good. Hopefully with the end of this challenge, I will not crawl back into hibernation mode. I'm not sure I'll maintain the insane pace of this past month, but hopefully I will find inspiration to continue to write.