Mikhala
Seamlessly beautiful with a curious sense for daring adventures
Awkward to some
but trustworthy to all
A friend to anyone in need
But a true close friend to few
A love for nature
And a love for those precious memories
She shared with the one who holds her heart
Hatred comes at night towards herself
But empathy for any person
who has shared similar thoughts as her.
Caught in a tornado of thoughts and depression
But acts as though nothing is wrong
To preserve the well being of others
And undeniably herself.
Terrified by the thought of losing someone
by them being swept under
willingly
by deaths black cloak.
Paranoid by the possibility of everyone shes ever trusted
Turning on her
Once she stops acting
And lets a particle of her true self shine through.
Taking pride in being able to accomplish
a thing that few can master;
hiding everything within
even from herself.
Accomplished and overcame
the battle with herself
and the war within her
that showed brightly on her skin.
Wanting her fairy tale ending
With her prince charming
In cowboy boots,
and a bit of mud.
An untold desire for true happiness,
Not just a sparkle in her eyes,
Or a gleaming smile.
She resides where she belongs,
In Gods creation
Of mountains and woods.
Stanley