Behind The Curtain
I find myself.
With bright lights and still beats, I stand.
My body carrying the memory of my past left behind.
I deliver.
With surety and confidence.
Here I stand.
A new woman holding smithers of ashes as they fall upon my feet.
Eyes golden.
Chest inviting. I stare.
Deep into the hearts of those who seek to understand beyond this mainframe.
I ask you —
What do you see behind the curtain of me.
— Holding