Dreamy Girl
She was within the greatest of them all
The strong but sensitive heroine
The sweet yet sassy, spirited girl
Who harbored thoughts that could inspire the world
She sang with a voice that could sparkle the skies
She drew tears from the earth with her cries
The ground she trod engraved her steps
The memory of her presence it kept
She molded life from a drop
Of what lay in her heart
And released dreams into the atmosphere
With the misted breath of her mouth
She stood on the brink
Of what is and what could be
She gazed into the distance
And dreamed
She was, in actuality, a frail thing
No brave warrior or beauty queen
A quiet and withdrawn soul
Hidden within a physical mold
Her only garment was invisibility
She could only boast of not being seen
And living in a world of sights and sounds
In which her own could not be found
She stared at the world from behind a glass
They stared back at her, but stared right past
A soul that was burning bright and long
And they couldn’t hear the reverberating song
The tears in her eyes
They couldn’t realize
And the dreams in her hand
They wouldn’t grasp
And so she went from day to day
With only thoughts and never a say
She stood on the brink of what is and what will never be
Turned her face from the skies
And cried.
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