Brenda's boots

 
I doubt she knows
but she was the first...
welcoming me home
newest member
...of this dysfunctional family
there was a time...
when I stood in her shadow
in absolute awe...
how does one approach a blazing star
but she reached out
dragging me forward
...as is her way...
her accepting embrace all encompassing
& she had no idea how dear she became
simply by being...herself
flawed...tortured...pure...
breathtakingly beautiful
I've told her before how I picture her
black leather...
stilettos...
thigh high boots
the kind you lace bottom to top
because she's complex
tailor-made...
...one of a kind...
with the gift of incredible vision
able to paint imagery we can all see
Crimsin or smackdownraven...
same incredible spirit
because sometimes words come
...relentless
& all we can do is get out of the way
...just free them
some never reach the observer
their exposure unnecessary...
she knows this
we see mere volumes in her vast library
but I see me in her otherness
& she remains...
a constant star upon my horizon
I am forever grateful