She spreads her wings , she feels, her way, she is light she is dark, she soft and gentle, she wears her mask, she wears her shield.
She appears to the world to be strong, yet deep with in her being she feels weak and floundering, unsure to show her true beauty to the external for fear of being ridiculed and judged.
In silence she sits and wonders at the world around her will she ever have the strength to show her true beauty and inner strength?
She removes her mask behind closed doors and takes a deep sigh of relief that she moved through another day undiscovered her beauty and strength she holds close within, will she ever discover her power ? To stand in her truth and in her beauty.
She rises , she falls, she is weak , she is strong, she is….