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She opens the door, with her head hung low,

A haunting glint, floating about in her eyes.

She walks inside, like she's afraid to shift the air,

Her stance and gait, holding suppressed cathartic cries.


She wanders about, like she is searching for something,

I don't know what it is that I see,

But the way she still has that playful twinkle in her eyes,

Just makes me want to hug her tight and set her free.


She looks at me, and I feel myself squirm,

Because I can just receive the dark, morose vibes from her,

Her eyes are dangerously mortified, her saddened face even more petrified,

I felt like I was being pulled into a sea of wonder.


I watched her from afar, wondering how I could help her,

Thinking of all the ways that I thought would make her smile,

Pondering over the doubts and uncertainties within her,

And contemplated if ever, she would give a real smile.


But as she turned around, and her glance met my stare,

I was taken aback at the sudden change in her mien,

Her eyes were sparkling, or maybe just glassy,

And this time her smile was wide, not replaced by repressed screams.


I was perplexed, because I knew, not a moment ago she looked lonesome,

There was definitely something she was hiding from the world,

But she lifted her head, and took a deep breath in,

And huffed it out but her "let's do this" went unheard.


She took long, confident steps,

And held her chin up high,

She carried herself ever so beautifully,

Like a delicate piece of China, people would be afraid to buy.


This time, she opened the door, firmly, in her resilient mind,

This time, she marched out, and squared her shoulders wide,

This time, she turned behind, and whispered a secret "Thank you"

This time, I felt myself overcome with immeasurable pride.


That girl, I knew, didn't need help.

That girl, was one, that had her own shield,

That girl, was unique, and had her own armour,

That girl, didn't need anyone else to help her heal.


She was Strong, I realised, amongst all her weaknesses,

She was Brave, I realised, in her never-ending misery,

She was Courageous, I realised, because her heart kept beating,

She was one, whom I was sure, nobody could defeat.





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