She was a shy little girl

But the years saw her follow a dazzlebright dream

Sometimes salty with her tears, but free and blazing and true, that spotlight
the place where fear faces down a mighty shout
and the shout wins

Keeping it upright for so long, night after night, year after year, life after the death of innocence and rebirth into a style that was right and real

She had more class in her little finger than those girls from school had in their bigass suburban bedroom closets

She was a gold mine of good stories and
the kind of crooked wisdom that comes from living out loud and voraciously

“This life is mine,” she said

“This room is better for having me in it,” she breathed

And they knew she was right
© 2019 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For The Sunday Whirl, the words were style, finger, light, mine, shy, salt, collide. Also follow, cats, and a couple of others, but I didn’t have the wherewithal after a full day of church to get them all in!! Peace, Amy