She sits there,
back resting against the chair,
shoulders slumped ever-so slightly forward,
legs crossed into each other,
hands gently clasped together,
fingers intertwined,
her eyelids heavy,
softly drifting to close,
a sigh slips,
tiptoeing across her barely parted lips,
feeling the gentle nipping of winter air at her skin ,
that's creeped through the slightly opened window,
some days it's just easier to disappear,
when she's out in the world,
hat pulled down over her face,
gliding intentfully unnoticed,
brushing past others,
quietly hoping none recognize her familiar,
just today,
in this moment,
she seeks to cease in existing,
overtaken by thoughts to her own,
if it's alright she silently pleads with the universe,
right now she doesn't want to be strong,
no effort to give,
energy in need of restoring,
every day calls to pick up her chin resilient and face life's adversities,
though happiness never fails to naturally radiate through her core,
can it be okay,
that presently,
she falls a little from grace,
a single tear slipping down her face,
it all can be so much to take,
a busy mind always overtaken,
striving endlessly to better herself,
embracing enlightened self-growth,
to love harder,
to be kinder,
trying to make a difference in the lives of those that matter,
it's just that when mistakes are made,
she's really tough on herself,
a bit unforgiving,
scolding for not being more near-perfect,
expectations of self even if unrealistic,
silence,
thickly surrounding,
her chest rising,
inhaling,
renewed,
don't worry she assures the natural world,
soon enough,
given the time to rest her mind,
again she'll step outside herself,
and push on as her being instinctively craves to do so
Excellent, even brilliant. You have a beautiful way of explaining internal chaos and the plight of life.