I sit quietly...
beside her in the living room,
stealing subtle glances and looks.
Her emotions are strong...
hidden deep inside her somewhere
like searching for that long lost book.
Craving the emotions...
the ones she reigns hard
the emotions that can set her free.
I reach out and take one....
of her hands in mine gently
reassuring her of no need to fear me.
With the movement...
she turns to me and smiles
my heart is warmed with the release.
To curl my essence...
around her tortured soul
so that any demons will cease.
Her beauty hides the pain...
she is hiding within her and
it could easily appear diminished
Why fear something/somebody...
that is willing to shoulder her angst
until she feels it has finished?
She's warm, caring and stoic...
on the outside as you view her
knowing she is troubled within.
She very quickly shows her strength...
by being able to control her emotions
not knowing what she's really doing.
She doesn't realize yet...
that true strength is revealed
by a person's ability to show vulnerability.
It's not the stoic presence...
which alludes to her strength
it's the ability to be weak around company.
Yet, she holds it all back...
within her false beliefs
that she learned in her past.
I wonder, as I watch her...
if she is aware of it all
and just how long it will last.
I wish for her but to...
experience the peace and freedom
of accepting and then releasing the pain
Opening up her heart...
to an expanse of space
for others to take refuge again.
She's in my heart...
so deeply rooted in my soul
Life without her is dismally bleak.
I crave what she holds back...
only if because I know within me
that expression doesn't make her weak.