I saw a woman on a bicycle

Her head wrapped in deep wine linen

Her chest open in balanced pride

Her eyes clear and forward

I met her gaze a moment

As she sailed near my window 

I couldn’t help but grip stitched leather 

Her freedom, stirring my fears

Her arms flung wide 

Leaving the handlebars to chose for themselves

And she threw her face skyward

Saphires and merlots fluttered in the wind

And whispered softly 

Nothing can be held tightly

And still breathe life 

And there is joy in the cracking open of clenched tight fists

And peace in the unfolding

She smiles at me as she passes my window

Her joy radiates through the thin lines that mark her brow. 

The face of a woman who has known fear

And learned to release.  

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