The truth about her

Confident on the outside

Nervous on the inside

The shoulder for another to lean

Only supported by a fragile brace

Raging emotions

Buried beneath the softest voice

A problem solver

Lost in her own riddle

One that dries up the tears of others

But is soaked in her own

The toughest warrior

With open wounds under her armor

The receiver of broken souls

And the giver of hugs

She is the perfect woman

But that is only in the eyes of all

Deep down within her

She is still trapped and tangled by insecurity

No one can see

No one knows

Sometimes all she needs is just a hug

Or a smile

A simple hello

Or ‘how are you’

Oh, but how these are rare to a woman like she.

February 22, 2016

-Hally-