If you listen close
You'll hear her voice
Drifting in the wind.
It pulls you in,
Like a melody being sung
To a fragile baby.
It ensconced you,
Pulling you into the deep,
Dark depths and never letting you escape.
Her cries for help are silent,
Where as her cries of happiness are heard.
“I’m just another story”
Is what she tells herself
Over and over again
As she tries so hard
To hold on.
She has a story in her eyes,
And those who choose to search
Unravel the mystery that she is,
And still remains to be.