White wall speckled like eggs
With dreams
Sorrow
Ailments
Definitions
Who we are, as women.
White wall graffiti
- more faery
- less shepherd
magic of motherhood
Birther of invisible lines
Ties generations.
Our sanity strung from the ceiling
A room full of lore,
As the middle school girls say.
Prequel, they all assume
But we are still children, too.
Into our next phase
Exploring
And still curious
Aimee