POETRY: SHE

She stands there looking at herself, but she doesn't see anything, 

she sees hurt pain .. Emptiness , 

she walks around feeling like a white piece of paper ... 

But when others gazed upon her they see a master piece,

A queen roaming the earth, 

A lioness with authority over the land, 

She posses, 

But hurt stabbed her wounded her like a lamb,

The clouds gather in the sky at just the mention of her presence .. 

The wind blows she's not easily shaken the earth shakes she's not easily moved, 

She stumbled into a heavenly place, 

Swept off her feet ... 

Made whole again the wind blows a tight grasp of love wraps around her body making her new, 

She looks in the mirror, she sees QUEEN