exposed.

alone.
simple as that.
the overwhelming feeling of loneliness is consuming.
sitting there,
in the water completely exposed.
[physically and emotionally]
tears running down her cheeks,
mixing with the bath water
why?
the one constant question swimming through her head.
blacks and whites are not so bold any more.
the edges are blurred.
this loneliness is followed by guilt,
the guilt of the luck she beholds,
the life she leads.
there are lives taken or lost everyday,
war.
death.
starvation.
suffering at life's hands.
what does she have to complain about?
the heart that beats beneath her skin,
behind her ribs.
pumping the life around her body,
also holds love.
so much love but no where for it to go,
no one to give it to.
stubborn,
wearing this heart on her sleeve,
is not working so well.
[it does not seem to be enough]
not enough for anyone to encounter her.
to let the curiosity consume them and woo her.
she may not be as mysterious as she believes.
[an open book with a boring story]
day by day,
the ups and downs.
one minute the world is sunny,
the next is it the dark and stars refuse to shine.
where is her happy medium?
why does it feel like a lie?
the joy seems short lived..
[yet]
she does not take it for granted.
wishing upon stars should be left to children,
with hearts of gold,
and innocence that left her long ago.
life showed her what is true and what is not.
still waiting for that one to walk into her life,
see her for what she is;
a scared girl trying to be a adult in this spinning world.
fearful of getting hurt,
but more so of not being able to share herself fully with anyone.
will she leave her mark on the world or on someone's heart?
will she exist for this time on earth,
then disappear without a trace?
just a whisper in the dark,
given back to the nature she originated from.
beginning to end.

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