What Comes To Mind

She Is

(For her.)

She smiles. 

She smiles like there's nothing to be sad about. 

Like a small child meeting a new friend on the first day of school: Innocent. 

Like she hasn't lived the life her name carries. 

She laughs. 

As if crying is unknown to her. 

She doesn't let others know that the word "crying" is almost as familiar to her as the action. 

Laughing..is her reminder that something is wrong. 

She cares.

She cares like a mother. Simple as that really. 

When you have no one else, she is there and will cradle you with strength and hush your worries with a wisdom that shouldn't be seen in that young of an age. 

She cares like she has never been hurt before. 

But darling, she has had the weight of mountains carelessly dropped on top of her. 

Yet she never complains. 

Only bears the pain and continues to care as if the pain was only an accidental knock. 

She carries weights of others like they weigh nothing then sets them on top of her own baggage because, to her, these are far more valuable therefore they must be handled first. 

She loves like she has been loved by all. 

But to know her is to know the definition of "abandoned".

She doesn't show others the fists slammed against walls and abusive glares that she herself has been shown. 

Instead, she smiles

She laughs 

She cares

She loves..

She is strong.

So very strong

Is it because she has known weakness before? 

Her eyes tell me; they tell me a story of fear that has since been restrung as weakness in her mind. 

But really, what wasn't to fear when her life could've been at risk?

I fear for her. 

Because she loves to the point where it breaks her. 

She leaves pieces of herself in every soul she touches because, maybe that way, they'll be okay.

However, eventually she will lose herself. 

Betrayal is the hardest of shipwrecks.

Paranoia sets in and it's only a matter of time before she gets lost in the tides of the whipping storm. 

But even after all of this, at the end of the day, I love her. 

She is a mother. 

My mother

Whether or not blood says so is beyond my point of concern.

So I will continue to love her because she is love.