Worry and fear fill her head, she has never felt so lone.
Weaken by life’s events has left her to fend on her own.
See, her world has always been different;
Birds singing songs of joy, sky beautiful and blue, her? Just content.
Content with the idea that everything would be alright,
Content hoping to see the light,
Content awaiting to spread her wings,
Yet again knocked to her knees, feeling every bruise and yes it stings.
There is only so much to say about her;
Her frail soul, tears full eyes behind a willing and able mind,
Strong willed, big heart always so kind.
What more can be said about her for she may never see it,
for her mind is filled with worry and fear,
Fear of the unknowns her different world hold so clear in front of her…
