To the outside world, exhuberant.

To her core, obliterated.

From what was once controlled by all,

From a transparent existance,

To beauty blooming in unexpected places.

To a smile that is not sullied by anger.

Transparent no more.

She breathes life, unfolding each new memory.

Something that is no longer innocent,

Yet full of the aching need to be seen.

Transparent for life.

As years progress,

Touched by blackened hands,

She falls willingly into the

Transpareny.