I saw her.
She looked out of place, like a dandelion blooming through the cracks between tired patio stones.
She was misunderstood.
Cast aside, chastised, by a society she didn’t recognise.
She hid behind her walls, towering and thick. Not knowing if they were for everyone else or herself.
I knocked on the walls and called out her name to no avail.
As I turned to leave, I saw a glimmer through a crack in the wall.
A flash of a smile blessed with sincere warmth. Something pure.
I called out her name once more.
Her eyes fixed on mine through the crack.
She looked sorry as her walls grew taller and thicker.
But I saw a glimmer.
But I saw a glimmer. I saw her.