all the thoughts spin out when I try to catch my breath and focus in on me… where I’ve been… where I’m headed… where I am… right now as I find beneath the surface a rumbling… a boiling… on the verge of submerging … transforming… something… else… something needs out… I’m just a vessle.
A ship in the night.
She was fierce, she was strong, she wasn’t simple. She was crazy and sometimes she barely slept. She always had something to say. She had flaws and that was ok. And when she was down, she got right back up. She was a beast in her own way, but one idea described her best.
She was unstoppable and she took anything she wanted with a smile.
“She slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew a lion was among them…”
…and she always had a way with her brokenness. She would take her pieces and make them beautiful.
…she smiled at the ocean because the waves told her story…