Silhouette

 

I once had a wedding dress.
It fit me like a promise,
not following from trends
or borrowed dreams,
but from my own inner,
my own becoming.

I chose the length with care,
the color like breath,
soft, eternal.
Tulle that floated like hope,
fabrics that held my gentleness,
beads that caught the light
like the way I once looked at love.

It wasn’t made by a name of fame,
but by a real woman
real as I was: 
She sewed with silence,
with prayer in her fingertips.
Her blessing wrapped around me
that one night.

Five months to make,
One night to wear.
A lifetime to remember.
Timeless. 

I wear that, timeless. 
now, in my solitude. 

not in anger,
not in grief,
but in grace.

It held my dream once.

Now I set it free.
It was never just a dress.

It was me,
believing.