She’d be profound if she shared wiser words
The kind to evoke relativity
Yet, she shares simple pleasures only
Heart and mind dabble within her
Sharing pieces would feel enough
But every urge encourages a deeper focus

Learning from behavior would be wise
She could share pieces if it meant holding on to whats hidden
The darkest bits of misfortune

It’ll all entail a journey through understanding
An aspect of humanity not generously shared
Divided among willingness and doubt
She could walk the line
But with every ache there’s a story

Heavy words to carry
The kind to not roll off her back
Like pebbles wrestling through a river
Soundly words sing lyrics of torture through her mind
Echos of memories and flashes of disdain
She is encompassed by all that was
As she remains