The Lady in the Photograph II   -  (A Sequel)

 
They say the camera never lies
But it doesn’t always tell the truth
Not the whole truth and nothing
But the truth so help photo it God
The camera is an inanimate object
It’s shallow noticing the surface only
It cannot capture the undertow of
That emotional turmoil and trauma
That is bubbling up down there
Human beings like onions
Have many, many layers
There is a lot going on under
The skin that the camera
Doesn’t and cannot see

The lady in the photograph
Is changing for the better
There is the beginnings of
A smile and it’s growing
She is starting to find her
Own voice, her own roar
Shaking her fist in the air
Not taking shit anymore
Finding her own two feet
Standing erect and firmly
Such a different lady
She is a becoming
A real force of nature
A beautiful butterfly
Flying into the light
The drudgery has gone
The trauma lives on
She is her own work
In progress for now
There are always some
Pitfalls along the way
And I will help smooth
Her path but she will
Be doing the hard work
I only gently support
My poet friend

My support still unwavering
As she grows in stature and
She shakes of her iron chains
Freedom is within her grasp
A new life of love and poetry
Is really just around the corner
I have total faith in her no doubts
I smile more because she does
She has much to be proud of
And as a crazy uncle so do I
Not long before she is finished
The clock is ticking, talking
I want the best for her always
So I may need to learn to let go
I can hear my heart breaking
My job now done