PERSPECTIVE

She

She had deep brown eyes

which were common to see

but not as sincere

as her eyes could be.

She was quiet

she wouldn't say much

not that she did not know

but she couldn't find the right ones to talk.

She let you know she didn't care

but yet she did

she acted clueless

and had much clue

but didn't like attention

and she didn't have a crew.

All of us were blind

no-one could really see

that she was carrying mountains,

that's what made her slow

she was crying oceans

but the morning sun would dry her tears.

Instead of drowning

she had built a ship

she'd learned to make salt

by crystalizing her tears.

She's now somewhere

in this world

and may be struggling a bit

but she know she can do it

that's what she always did.