Here she is.
Alone with her thoughts.
Misconceptions circle her head with
A growing velocity.
Phantoms sparkle in looking glass eyes;
The innocence was murdered.
Seeking what has yet to be found.
Breaking new ground, Destroying the old.
Growing weeds secluded the truth.
The sun melts her.
She fertilizes the earth;
Giving back life.
She was a barren desert.
Sandcastles built upon the sand.
Cold winds knocked her down;
Flattening the land, Ironing out the wrinkles.
Creases can only be temporarily smoothed out.
Over time they return.
She always keeps the iron hot.