Lillie Duncan | Poetry - One Hundred


One Hundred

In the furthest distance

Wildflower painted fields pave the way for my weary sight

Through the evergreen frame

I behold her now

The picture of femininity standing gently in the day's shadow

With a waxing moon hanging above her, becoming her crown

Golden light reflecting off of them both

There she stands clothed in a light sage dress that crosses her body from one side to the other

Loosely tying around a waste that once bore each of these lives that she awaits return.

She can not see me any longer

Although I know she feels me

Or at least the presence of who I was

At this moment all she sees is the land of the living

That she so desperately clung to lifetimes ago.

The scars laid so blatantly across her arms

Still visible, even from here

Of life given up and life fought for and life won

From 100 lies believed, words void of meaning

Quietly, it was her that chose to live when I chose otherwise

Quietly, it was her that clung to hope when I could not.

From the desert back to the garden

The wind rumbles through the thicket of green around her

Her dress now clinging to the shape of her body

Her raven hair now lifting across her chest

Grazing the back of her hand that laid effortlessly close to her heart

Close into her center that took years to find

Years to know.

Her eyes close at this moment

I watch her there but notice her mind somewhere else

Perhaps a remembrance of me

Perhaps a gentle forgiveness for the road that led her here

And in the distance life burst forth

Coming up behind me

Her children stop at the edge of the hill

Glancing up, seeing the miracle that I too see.

My future hope. My future moment. My future legacy waiting for me.

I watch my children run to her

Through the tall grass

Through the sunkissed earth

Into the shadows of trees

Landing in the embrace of love no one could quite as freely give as she could

With tears in her eyes, she takes her hands and wraps them around each of their faces

A touch of nurture, only true to her soul

A touch of love that could only come from light that escaped such darkness.

Clothed in simplicity

Adorned in love

Settled now in who she is

I see now how little she really needed in this life

The passing world and it’s temporary promises

For what comes with us when we leave this world?

Only that which she holds on to now.