Weave A Charm

Two

The Spring in her steps

the spark in her eyes

the charm of her aura... all gone!

Says she wants them hidden, all tucked away in the Never- Ever burbs

She has a lot to say but it's impossible to hear her

A whole army of words refusing to find expression

They build up in mind,

gather into a disturbing spell that nothing conspires to break

The girl she used to be

The one that used to want very little from too much; deceived by the affluence that was supposed to engulf her

That girl-

The girl that's now a woman with a need...

If you listen, If you listen

You can hear the discordant thump of her fickle heart in the electricity of the moment

Remember!

Remember the way she struggled to catch her truant breath

That infinitesimal second of the hour the world seemed to still

She glanced surreptitiously to be certain

but it was hid from her eyes

That girl!

She hoards her gasps with eyes unblinking;

Torn betwixt wanting to be discovered and waiting to be seen

She is scared

She worries

Ah! but she intends to smile, needs to speak of that that remains masked in the recesses

So, why is she scared?

Why worry when it's all there in front of her?

The girl does not need help

She only needs to fly, to be allowed to soar in the arms of expression

with a little aid from passion

Who then will be the air that lends the flight to her wings?

Who then?