She works
She waits
She whines
Waiting for her life
To begin

She whispers
To herself
Wishing that the words
her heart
speaks
Would utter themselves aloud
Without wound

She climbs deeper inside of herself
Turning her heart inside out
Hoping to find
the answer
willing others to see her
Truth
And set her free

She treads
uneasily
Desperately
Seeking equally for the rawness
of the unknown
And the warmth of
What presents itself
Here and now

In a frozen state
She works
She waits
She whines
Waiting for her life
to begin