when she walks, she walks with her head hung low
hands tightly wrapped around her frail figure
when she smiles, she smiles with her eyes
alluring chocolate almonds that sparkle when the sun hits them right
when she loves, she loves with every fibre of her being
passionate and warm like a comforting embrace on a rainy day

when she falls, she falls fast
irrational and unreasoned
she rejects every logical notion or any reason of being for the comfort of the unknown
when she falls, she catches herself
carefully tip-toeing on the creaky floorboards that make sounds of familiarity
though her bones brittle, her heart overflows with gold
when she falls, she falls apart
broken and mangled by the wolves and the hunters that found her at night.
rejoicing over her whimpers of pain and her cries for help.

when she stands, she stands up slowly
knees buckling underneath all that weight she carries
when she stands, she stands tall
chest puffed up, embracing the wind that brings her solitude
when she stands, she stands firm
feet planted in the sand as she watches the sun peeks over the horizon

when she closes her eyes, a sigh leaves her lips
softly whispering prayers of gratitude in despondence
though her body battered and bruised,
often tossed around like a ragged doll,
she has survived another day
and that is more than enough for her