she

when she walks, she walks with her head hung low

hands tightly wrapped around her frail figure

when she smiles, she smiles with her eyes

alluring chocolate almonds that sparkle when the sun hits them right

when she loves, she loves with every fibre of her being

passionate and warm like a comforting embrace on a rainy day

when she falls, she falls fast

irrational and unreasoned

she rejects every logical notion or any reason of being for the comfort of the unknown

when she falls, she catches herself

carefully tip-toeing on the creaky floorboards that make sounds of familiarity

though her bones brittle, her heart overflows with gold

when she falls, she falls apart

broken and mangled by the wolves and the hunters that found her at night.

rejoicing over her whimpers of pain and her cries for help.

when she stands, she stands up slowly

knees buckling underneath all that weight she carries

when she stands, she stands tall

chest puffed up, embracing the wind that brings her solitude

when she stands, she stands firm

feet planted in the sand as she watches the sun peeks over the horizon

when she closes her eyes, a sigh leaves her lips

softly whispering prayers of gratitude in despondence

though her body battered and bruised,

often tossed around like a ragged doll,

she has survived another day

and that is more than enough for her