In her eyes,
lies a story of a world to be told,
a world yet to capture,
for now, her two hands hold,
patiently waiting for any sign of normality,
trapped within a dream
where its reality is cold,
then, she takes a step forward,
so they assume she's bold,
this vulnerable child,
immune to anything
in this circle alone,
but fear pushes her backwards,
it's safer at home,
no motivation
to break from this zone,
yet, she believes one day
that vicious glares will fade away,
her body will proceed,
her heart will no longer bleed,
and she will be okay,
however, as of this moment,
this place tends to scold,
her insides curl up and her soul unfolds,
too much of HERSELF they've unremorsfully sold,
leaving her bare,
too frail to hold,
and in her eyes
lies a world of a story never told. |
