F ~ Fading Days

Faces of Difficulty~

Haggard lines
run amok over years of buried tears.

Her eyes show no lies, within the soul;
she wears it inside out to confuse onlookers
and petty theives...
to distract gossip mongers,
whose clickity clack of teeth
make her stomach churn.

She wears it well.

Leathered hanDs
grip a cup of coffee like a hammer
ready to slam it down if necessary,
but she never does;
she sips with the patience of a saint
even when it becomes bitter cold.

With restraint she speaks softly
as adversity steals her change for the parking meter.

In the dead of winter, her smile is warm.

She wears it well.

(c) k~

This post is part of the
A-Z Challenge 2012.