Never Stopping

she spoke in long delicate phrases it was her trademark speech coming natural to her she could converse in endless ways charmed by the act itself

her figure was sparse since she ate only rarely food consumed in small bites not a small woman but boney, angular a pretty fair -skinned face placed on a wiry frame

insecurity wrapped deep inside her soul taunted by ontological misgivings

she felt her youth transforming to early middle age life could trap her she thought and it drove her like a cyclone never resting, stopping but for seconds or angst would find her in weak-kneed terror

but she survived, pushing it underground and never stopping for feelings that swelled interminably, unceasingly within