Lavender Legs
For ten years,
I was haunted by them,
They beckoned me
from the dark depths
of my closet.
Crisp and clean,
as the day they were bought
those capris mocked me.
"Whatever happened
to those purple pants?
Did
your butt get too wide?"
The cackle that interrupted
my dreams, thoughts,
my every waking moment.
I loved those pants
and long ago,
we were one.
But today,
No more taunts
would echo in my mind,
No more shame
or fear,
would devour my soul.
I would take those capris
and silence the voices
forever.
Ah! How I marveled
at the ease with which
they slipped onto
my freshly-shaven legs!
Time
had not changed
their shape, elasticity
or durability.
I danced,
jumped,
bent--
and nothing.
No embarrassing rips,
tears or even restricted movements.
Again,
lavender capri and I were one.
Our union was unquestionable.
Today, I had won.
Victory was mine.