Eyes sheltered behind glasses,
Staring.
Heart feeding and looking
Upon the "being shuffled around".
Her cat eyes are intense with absorb..
Her understanding as child observes
Mind numb from shock
After shock,
And voice meak to express what it can barely comprehend.
It
Is in the subtlety of the cracks as moments of life-lessons confronted
By fragile innocence to be no more.
Tucked away,
The beauty,
And how she is framed by movie scores for life,
The feelings painted in whispers
Or satanic drum and base-
Barely making a peep,
Or thrashing as wolves in the night to dirty streets, converse, and shenanigans, shenanigans! Let Live.
Meanwhile,
The strength grows
Like invisible armor.
Sometimes not saying anything because
A transformation is taking down in her avenues she always had,
To gift her with avenues reborn
For a different,
More suitable
Fate for today.
Gone formless
In order to be re-formed.
The shock and awe,
Still never quite so subtle,
As the armor forms
And teaches
Her the ways of the world...
"There are some dark...and there are some light; many many more, wolves in Sheep's "clothes"...
Take caution, looking carefully each encountered, in THE HEART, and in THE EYE...only determining after trust earned...
And time, the condition of their value, to your life"...
Ever still taking in...
But caution, caution,
In her steps..
Like a girl left to streets before she understands buildings:
I watch my journey, along the way...
Ever attempting from my leaving of home,
That I just don't lose
My Way.
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