Her name tells of how it was with her
Always Moving
At a young age
She danced through the house
Shouting and shaking with
Unadulterated glee

Lying on her stomach
Her feet danced, bobbing up and down
To their own rhythm
While they did hit a glass or two
Nothing would stop her
Constant moving

In high school, she touched
Her hair and twisted
Her bracelets
Constantly crossing and
Uncrossing her legs
To the beat of the music in her head

She was happy moving
And she was free
Her need to move
Came from nothing more
Than her need for sheer
Joy.

I am the moon.
I contain no light, only darkness
I have no pull and am dark like a deep lagoon
I have been tasted, and contain tartness
No one would return

I am jealous of the sun and it’s brightness
I reflect its light in hopes of recognition
I wish to be righteous.
I have been in this darkness for so long I have night vision
The light is too bright; it comes out too fast

I am alone, with no one but the stars to keep me company
But they are too perfect and miles away
They laugh and joke in a manner that is so unattainably bubbly
This perception of beauty I was so unaware
So I slipped on my dress of sunlight and stay hidden among the bright.

Her name tells how it was with her
Scared but unafraid
She would look into the future
The vast obscurity ahead
She was scared but she couldn’t be
She had to be unafraid
She had to smile and sneer
When she really wished to tremble with fear

She was truly bright and happy
But that didn't mean she knew what to do
She had no idea
Of what was to come
Or of what was to be done
She did not want to think of it
But how could she not
When it was looming so close

People around her smiled
And spoke of her greatness
Of how she had it all figured out
But they were wrong
They didn't see the unknown
Like she did
So she kept on going
With the smiling mask on her face

She is lovely today and every day
With her perfect toes and tiny fingers.
She smells of ocean and a fair bouquet.
Perfection is an image that lingers.

Her bright grin tells me she knows of beauty
And of the amazing way she holds it.
But one day she will know of the cruelty
And she shall to her flaws fully submit.

It is too bad this force of nature may be blurred
By the sharpness of people’s words of shame.
She may be trapped by mean names like a bird
In a cage of steel. She may have no aim.

This can change if we protect the noble
State of mind that is present in Opal.