Character
My face was blank
When I looked in the mirror I saw brown eyes and pale skin
I would wake early to paint character on my face
Blue hues for my eyes and pink for my lips
Cut my auburn hair into trendy lobs and style with ribbons
My vanity was interrupted by an earthquake in my mind
Things that used to hang on the walls of my consciousness fell and shattered
The strongholds of reality crumbled
“She’s dead”
Words that in novels mean hardly nothing and in movies mean even less
But this wasn't storyline prepared by a clever man with an ironic mustache
This was my grandma
The woman who made tea too sweet
The friendly face that would let me trace her wrinkles while she read
The free spirit that would paint walls cherry red then a day later forest green
The voice that always reminded me that I was her “angel face”
So the funeral past...
The tears stopped flowing...
The city in my mind began to rebuild
But new beauty began to grow and my reflection mended better than before
I wasn’t composed only of pale skin and brown eyes
I was the reflection of my grandmas youth
Her strong jawline, her playful smirk, her powerful cheekbones
I decided then to reincarnate all her goodness in me
No longer did I wake to paint character on my face
The greatest character of all was shining through me all along