she allows advantage to be taken of her
for so long now,
she allows memories to trample over her feelings,
she has lost so much, and endures so much more;
pain; is every tear which struggles
from her eyes to her cheek, fighting to be released
and strength grows, every time she wipes them off her face.
she keeps wearing an illusive smile to cover up
how awful she feels deep inside.
from green and inexperience,
to mature and blooming, now,
like a dove spreads it's wings
she raises her hands to the heavens
she is relieved,
like the newness of every wave,
which kisses the beach's shores
so are, her life experiences
she's learned now, to smile
and smile with meaning,
she dances to a serenade so gracefully,
and now, unlike before,
she is recognised for it.
- k y r v t
