Untamed storm on her face -
the rain gentle on her bare skin -
she dances on a knife edge
between joy, hope, fear, sadness -
always moving between places -
a true gypsy of life
as she looks for something the best she can-
hoping against hope that she can find what she is looking for...
yet fears what it is and what it will cost her-
every thing has its price..
around people
yet still so very much alone -
few people she talks to,
even less will see her true pain
and fear that she hides the best she can -
needing help and support
yet not knowing how to ask -
not being able to trust the few people
that try after being let down / hurt by so many others in her past -
so much of her past is unknown/a mystery to her... -
so many questions she has
yet so few answers that she knows with her past -
known by many
yet very few ever can really know her and her reasons..
Yet she still dances on in the gentle falling rain.
