Who was she?

She was just the wind
An everyday occurrence 
Somebody too busy in the dream world
Unknown to life's currents

She liked to dance all by herself 
She heard nature like we never did
She smiled at unsung melodies
In a world of chaos she refused to stay fixed


A little boat just sailing away
She didn't know her destination 
But preferred not to stay

There was something she wanted to let out
A little note in her writing 
Maybe she wanted to be heard
In a world not used to listening

She felt her entire existence on a page 
Words were her safe space
And phrases intimate to her heart
There she didn't have to hide her scars 

Why did she just burden herself 
The world let her down
She was left alone to make amends


She would disappear for days
Then turn up just fine
Everyone failed to notice her absence
Just like they undermined her shine 

Maybe we took her for granted 
We assumed she would always be there
Our shoulder to cry on
When she didn't have anybody to hold on

She got nothing you know
From caring too much or loving too much
She still chose it each day
She always kept on a smile
Nobody knew of the pain underneath 
She kept it at bay

She didn't want the stars
Didn't care for unopened doors
Whatever might be the situation 
She would just say I can handle more

Have we known her at all
She's more than a messy bun
More than a pretentious know it all
She doesn't want to climb too high
Just to fall


Her eyes say the same old thing
They have cried for hours
And stayed awake for nights 
No strength is left to fight 

What did she want to say
What was she searching for throughout 
A gust of wind not limited by the sky
A present not for this world to find out

She wonders who she's really 
An actual person
Or just a collapsed story
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