I feel (the things I don't say)

The girl by the cliff side

By the end she stands alone,
A beauty by her own design.
Burdened by her heavy crown,
And a desire to become Devine.

The howls of the earth push against her locks,
Her weeping eyes, were turned to the sky.
A river flows from her gaping wrist,
She moves her roots tonight but why.

Is it fatigue or maybe fear,
Or does she hanker for eternal slumber?
Is it wisdom or imprudence,
Wanting to be with thunder?