A storm reflected in her eyes every time you looked at it.
Raging with ferocity so deep and energy so strong, it blew you away.
But if you looked deep enough there was a wall.
A wall that refused to budge.
A wall that held her innermost thoughts and past experiences.
It was unbreakable.
Protected by the ever vigorous hurricane in her eyes.
She never let anyone in.
She was full of secrets and a shielded past, that she was determined to hide.
She didn't want a weakness.
She wanted to be invincible.
She was unpredictable.
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The Real World
PoetryLike a Phoenix, her hope helped her rise from the ashes after every fall.
