The Face Looking Back

Mon, 10/19/2015 - 11:22 -- TayLoe

I think fierce.

I think...strong.

Then I look, sad eyes and that gloomy stare.

They looked at the child and told her the world was hers,


They look at the young woman before them and smile,

asking when, where, why?

I have no answers. Just a heart.

I stand on my two feet and beg them to wait.

Beg them to watch, have faith.

The girl looking back at me appears defeated,

but the ghost of a smile on her lips marks the beginning.

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