A lone tear travels slowly down her cheek.
Her eyes glisten with sadness.
An aching heart beats slowly within her.
Behind that smile, there lies a solemn gaze.
Behind those bright eyes,
there lies unspeakable memories.
Behind that gentle heart,
there lies a world of experiences that most will never understand.
We all wish to see the lovely things,
we all want to see the miracles,
we all look to see the beauty… But behind those lovely things there were once awkward and ungainly roots and stalks,
Behind those miracles there were once broken pieces of lives,
tainted minds,
shattered crystal,
Behind the beauty there was once an ugliness that was not to be acknowledged.
Questions arise within minds,
but fall silent upon lips. For if we do not ask,
we will not know, and if we do not know,
we will not be held responsible.
She lives on.
The painful art of healing moves within her.
A smile plays on her lips,
there is a glance of a twinkle within her eyes,
And that gentle heart… That gentle heart waits.