I think I'm in love with Frida Kahlo

I think I’m in love with Frida Kahlo.

Everytime I see her face, whether a photo or a beautiful broken self-portrait,
I feel my heart lunge outwards.

Like it’s trying to reach her.

This woman, so broken physically, yet so immensely spiritually whole.

Colored her pain, her despair

She broke through the brokeness

Like reaching through a solid wall with her bare hand

She danced so close to death, on a daily basis

Yet did not retreat into a shell

Or the depths of depression

Her drive pulls me to her

I want to brush her hair

And weave beautiful ribbons in her braids

I want to walk to the market and find brilliant flowers

To dress up her up-do

I want to iron her dresses

And shine her shoes

Because I find her to be the freeest woman I’ve ever known.

And a free woman is a beauty unlike any other