"She Doesn't Seem What She Seems To Be"

A calm feather floating in the heart of a fierce hurricane.
She use to feel unsure of herself hidden behind confident strides.
A tender heart buried deep into the facade of bravery and confident nature.

A little ounce of pain and uncertainty with each sweet smile and hearty laugh.
She started to be whole after a part of her was broken and shattered into pieces.
She decided to stand while she was on her knees nursing the bruise and wounds.
With each silent tear is a million of smiles.
Her every "ouch" is a thousand of "i'm fine"

From the outside she is hard as rock, unbeatable, unbreakable.

Yet somehow she is not who we think she is.
Inside, she is a trembling child, a lady in love, fragile and vulnerable.

In her every "i don't care" lies the hopeful cry of "please tell me because i care."
In her every "okay" shouts the word "something is wrong"
Her hands are always full with things that keep her busy.
Yet those hands are the first to catch me when I fall down.

She may seem like an irony to a T. She may fit the description like a glove.

Somehow, she doesn't seem what she seems to be.
For she is happy when she say she is happy.
Each smile is a genuine smile.
Every laugh is from the heart.
The drop of every tears is born from the soul.
Still, she is who she is.
She is simple. She is complex.
She is pain. She is Happiness.
She is sorrow. She is gladness.
She is Life. She is Love.
She is beauty.
She is every wonderful thing that walks on this barren earth.