Look into her eyes, if she will let you,
she will look down and away, I'll bet you,

She may point to this or show you that,
All to distract,
so you don't
notice that she is

l o s t.

She pays a price, at what cost?
For every (anti) or social interaction.
Therapy, it, is or she might hide in her hidie hole,
so she is not found, by that black cloud carrying
Troll.

If you see her,
If you meet her,
you need to know,
that it may not show, she is finding her way.

The dark clouds ring her crown and may obscure
her worldly view, she knows what to do!

Paint herself onto paper, disappear in a vapour,
you will find her on the page, finding her way.

There are days when we occupy the same space,
we don't see eye to eye or face to face,

the distance across the room, seem miles apart.
She needs me there on that shore, when she is in the trough
of a stormy wave, it might help her to find her way.

Don't

load her

up or use

all of her spoons,

she can't cope and be

found...

finding her way.