The oldest
most world wise
writes it all down
She digs out the old
foundation exposing the rotten wood replacing it, careful to maintain the integrity of the structure, a painstaking process, as she crafts and starts to build a new stronger base discovering along the way how the cement was first formed, alert to to how the form needs to be outlined first reading the instructions and then mixing the sand and gravel then slowly adding water building layer upon solid layer smoothing the surface until it is compacted and firm. A sly sally she knows exactly what needs to be shown and what should fall away hidden, the work means everything to her.
The work paves the way.
She is not to be fooled with.
Her short cropped light brown hair
exposes a few gray roots
her penetrating blue eyes
see the cracks.
She is the athlete
tough and tenacious
willing to bend
but only so far
her roots grow deep
and she remembers everything
separating the reality
from the fiction
separating herself
from the characters
within her fragmented past.
The others inside her sleep
and remain silent for now.
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