And just for thought...
Beacon of strength, that is what I hold inside.
Appearance of weakness, that is what is seen.
I hold fountains of untouched beauty springing silently inside
but no one ever takes the bounty, graces the right spots.
I boil over into the days as they continue to pass me by
with no one to receive my glory or at least one worthy.
A child's arms wrap around me, protect me from others randoms thoughts.
From her I take and for her I give but no one else I lay myself out for.
I yearn for a strong hand to tell me, "Baby it's all right,"
Her love hushes me enough.
I must be grateful for the joy granted in her steady little embrace.
Amazing woman, that is what I am.
Frightened little girl is sometimes how I feel.
I have thousands of dreams playing an orchestra inside my heart,
inspiring music that only few will ever hear.
No one ever makes the effort or at least not that I let myself see.
A child's smile is my sun,
her rays that break through my gloom that settles at the end of my days.
From her I rise and for her I stand but for no one else I give so much to.
I need a shoulder to lean on if just to say and never mean,
"Baby you are wonderful."
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.