galaxies away.

She’s on the move searching for her purpose in life. A lost soul and she doesn’t even know it yet. She just wants to be seen. She’s there but you don’t see her. She’s the black sheep away from the herd. She just wants to be heard. You’re listening but you don’t hear her. You wouldn’t know the tears she cries inside from the battles she has to fight to get those demons off her back. They’re coming for her but she’s calling out to heaven. Is this it for me she cries. She’s trying to hold on but those demons are calling. Then she gets a whisper from an angel. Don’t let go. She holds on. She’s strong. She’s always had to be for herself, for everyone else. There was never anyone to show her how to be. She had to learn on her own because she had to grow up fast. She’s quiet, she’s shy, yeah that’s what they say. She just knows a thing or two about trusting the wrong people. She braces herself then licks her wounds no one sees because she’s become a pro at hiding her pain. But she’s strong so she’ll be alright. She just keeps moving forward one step at a time. She walks along her path so gracefully. Humble, she sees the bigger picture. There she goes. You should see her. She’s so beautiful. On the move, on the search, for something deeper in life.

I never finished my crying, the tears got stuck in my throat and disappear once they were gone. But my eyes are still feeling the sad lack of relief.