tears flow from the sky
as words drift off to deaf ears
she only needs someone to hear
so she thinks
really needing someone to see
to know her
she doesn't want to hide
or pretend with a thousand different masks
each one to please someone else
but she hates all these facades
she's fractured
an unfinished mosaic
all the pieces may not fit
the picture of her life left incomplete
unattended
but photos are still
she longs for a beautiful journey
not a preserved moment
the tale is about to unfold
she will embrace her individuality
and so might they
in time maybe even appreciate it
it's all only beginning
the pages of the next chapter turning
it shall be scribbled with hopes in bloom
she will do her best to be faithful
and nurture what has been entrusted to her
and if you're willing to take part
you may just become integral
to the story ready to be written