picking up the pieces


picasso, portrait of a woman

For you, I am a woman of angles. I turn my best side to you. Some new age feminists call this power, but I’m old school, I can feel how weak it is. For you I am this woman in the right light, turned to the right side but it’s never the right time, nor the right place, now is it? I remind myself of a Picasso, all broken up into pieces and then stuck together for an artistic purpose. Well at my age, I need to feel whole and complete. All these angles, all these side views and shadows here and light there…it’s time to pick up the pieces.