Precious and red –
describes my hair far better
than my heart.
My hair glistens, but the other has scars –
two divorces,
one bully of an ex-husband,
failed lovers,
lies, and even friends carved a few gashes.
But in the rearview mirror
of my new used car, I see a lighter image –
a smiling woman
who has forgotten about the lover
who never acknowledged her,
or the friend who spread lies because she could.
It’s not there in the mirror.
That woman is free, crowned in sun light.
Pen in Motion 