resilience looks like me with my finely coiffed hair -
it's November and i'm falling in love.
by December i am pleading and the tendrils fell
'round my ears like a seven inch flood.
resilience looks like me when my China mask is chipped -
in the summer when the trees breathe warm.
i tuck my pride in like a fine linen shirt and
and my locks hit the floor near my soles.
resilience looks like me as i leave without blinking -
and the snow still comes down as it should.
now i answer to tones and squint at a silence
of something that went missing 3 years ago.
(picture found here at my new favorite place.)