Oh do I push you too hard at times my darling?
You linger beautifully at the mirror,
brush in hand over your silken hair.
The future flashes in coils, a spring tense as the dominos of what ifs they pass through.
I want the best for you
and it falls apart in my anxious mess of failures.
Oh linger in your vibrant youth
as you are life living.
To hell with rules, time and conformity
as there is that silken hair of yours to brush, threads of self-reflection and beauty.
Let it shine my love!