She

she was a beautiful and rare wildflower peaceful and delicate but with vibrant untamed hues she had a blaze that no one could grasp or contain so she confined her truth in solitude she often felt lost and consumed by the bleak shattered illusion of the world around her it was too distressing a place to settle her sensitive stem it would smother her oxygen and sift her energy into depths of darkness when her heart flooded with loneliness and fear she would lock her walls fold her life and paint her windows black the beauty anchored deep within her heart would begin to fade when she could no longer find the path back to her source of strength she would sit in hush waiting for any like one to come to water no one ever did when the pain became unbearable she descended into madness no longer questioning, no longer reasoning but content to not be until there was no more she sat in silent playgrounds listening to children laughing she enjoyed the indulgence of a soft encounter with hope she watched as the final crumpled leaf hung from its tree dangling alone waiting for the last hale of winters icy sigh she was the swimmer who intently dove into oceans of sand her heart weighed heavy with exhaustion burdened by the ceaseless meaningless, struggle of life to which she could not understand she felt resigned that life existed and when over, one could walk gently away with no hesitation or need to stay but she was that rare wildflower she had danced to the whims of the wind and had weathered its torrential storms the fire within her refused to relent and she found resilience to rise back into the light each breath became a privilege she returned as moments in gratitude her journey became her solace and it was there she found her truth she was reminded that emptiness in life floats into butter-colored warmth because it needs to heal sadness in life is the addiction of re-living anything that ever made one's heart soar perfection in life bows in gratitude to complete imperfection and imperfection in life is the essence of hope at birth rising