Restless so I shall perfect my craft of words.
And describe newly found people in my life.

Breathe.

A heavy burden she carries everyday.
She might hurt inside but on shows a strong front to every one around her.
You might think stick and stones won't hurt her
but you're wrong.
She gets pierced often, but she doesn't wallow in self pity.
She might sit in a corner and cry.
She might drink her sorrows away
and sing her heart out.
But she won't leap across the edge.
And it only makes me wonder what I'll view of life
through her eyes.


Inhale.

She cuddles her furry pig, savoring its comfort.
Through the storms of her life,
the ebbs and flows of the tide lapping against the beach of life,
it has always been with her.
She hugs it as she lies asleep on her bed
A smile on her face, content she is.
Life is simple.
Work. Mingle. Laugh.
None of life's extremities have taken its toll on her.
Deep down she has a few insecurities.
If only she were taller.
If only people took her more seriously.
If only she could grow up and be an adult.
Yet she's unaware of the potential within her.
That she already has the talents and skills necessary
And her own limitation is herself.

Exhale.

Like pollen to bees is her voice to my ears.
Her eyes full of warmth and trust.
Security is but a state of mind.
Conscious of what people think of her.
Sensitive, but when hurt, she's like a deer wounded with an arrow.
Like a lamb, she needs to be mothered and fussed over.
She sleeps elated, and dreams pass her by.
I love her.

Release.

Unveiling layer upon layer is not an easy feat.
She's built up a self-protective mechanism
Because she's been hurt before.
And she doesn't want to do it again.
She's yearning for something in life, what could it be?
Acceptance or companionship or love or trust or sincere honesty?
She aims, she leaps, the ball's in the hoop.
But she walks away dejected.
Guilt drags her feet down.
At times she struggles to surface,
to breathe as the waters engulf her.
As the seas refuse to break and to swallow its next prey
Some call it the sea of love.
Others call it the sea of eternal sacrifice.
She calls it the sea of life.
Will she flounder or will she sink?
She guards herself, and her heart even deeper.
Her eyes are glazed and hide much.
Oh, but to take a peek within.