The Woman in the Red Dress

 Have you ever seen such beauty?

Despite the darkness that out-shone the light that was born within.

A life time of bad decisions and gorgeous pale skin. A beauty one can only be born with. The same skin touched by the untouchable.

Twirling around with her long, dark hair falling on her shoulders like silk sliding across her body.

For a moment everything we didn't love about ourselves and about each other just, disappeared. At least in that second anyway.

A silent dance in the rain. Grey eyes with transparency, yet the barrier of a thousand lies, a million secrets and just 1 story. Her own.

It's not very often this angel is in fact dancing. 

Often faded by the vices of the demons surrounding.

Always waiting. Waiting for approval, acceptance, what ever is "next" in life.

The next man, the next chapter, the next town.

Seeing her dance, spinning around like a ballerina, so poise, so in sync with the world around for what feels like such a rare occasion.

If the rain were to pour in this moment, it would glide off of her skin. Sliding away without a single drop breaking on impact.

Who is this woman that I am looking at? Does she see what I see?

Maybe that's why she doesn't know why I fight so hard to matter to her.

Maybe when the wrath is too deep and my thoughts are consuming me whole, I too want to twirl in the madness. Spinning around repeatedly till we forget where we are.

Maybe I want dance too.

Just maybe, we don't have to do it alone.

For some reason we are two people wanting the same thing but unable to come to terms with that. Unable to see eye to eye but the one thing I will always wonder, is what else do I not know?

Those grey eyes arch as she smiles so widely, so humbly. Almost as if to say "it's okay, I know".

This song will never end.

I picture a red dress. She always looked beautiful in red. 

The power of a siren although she couldn't sing.

The ability to lure, to seduce, to empower others for her own purposes. 

Such beauty is only captured in certain moments. The ones where the anxiety is gone and anger has  vanished completely. 

I'm still watching her dance like the world were to end when she stops.

Because I guess in reality, she did and it did and we did.

Everything stopped.

I am so filled with anger and jealousy but I try and think about the woman - the woman in a red dress, with long black hair and pale skin, glazed grey eyes that look into your soul.. 

Her hands are soaring with the music. Her hips gliding in sync to the song. For the first time I think she forgot what was happening around her.

There I am, dazing. Everything in the entire world slowed down.

God wanted me to capture this moment.

To remind me that there is hope. That in every sad woman is a little girl with a story she may or may not be able to share. But that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. 

When I grow up, I want to have many moments like these.

To remember that life is filled with the unknown. Some things we never want to face but sometimes have to and alone.

Sometimes we have to hurt others in order to save them.

Sometimes we have to say goodbye to be able to help them.

So, I will hold onto the woman in the red dress. 

The one I sometimes no longer recognise but know who she is deep inside.

The roots of this rose.

Stood on but not withered.

Bruised but not destroyed.

"he loves me, he loves me not". 

Picking the petals from herself unaware there are more than just men here to water her. To nurture and to guide.

Something I question if she will ever know.

I'll be waiting for the woman with the long, black hair, a red dress and the icy grey eyes that have seen the unimaginable.

I always have been waiting for her.