little talks to heart wrenching truths
her eyes held the fury of the fire
and the sunsets of a thousand evenings
always near, never far
the comfort of her laughter brings warmth
"breathe" she told me,
"i know you're capable of so much more"
but behind the pastel hues,
she surges for peace.
she's won some battles,
one day, i know
she will win the war
she will feel alive again
for even if the fire in her eyes might fade out
the spark that ignites her heart
will continue to rage forevermore.