In a dark place. But I know we'll find the sun. Wrote this two nights ago. An unbearably long night.
Petal
The music swells and she laughs. She takes my hand and spins around me till my arm is twisted around my body and I have to spin to untangle it. her hair brushes my leg and she circles me again I follow more willingly this time as she laughs with all her soul. She takes my other hand and takes me around into spins and jumps with arms twisted all over the place. I'm afraid I'll run into someone but she doesn't lead me wrong once. I let go and pick her up with both my arms, lifting her above my head I catch myself smiling with every last bit of my spirit. This child knows what they say about her, yet she dances and laughs like they don't even enter her head. She knows people fear her. She can bring out the best and worst inside of people depending on what is there. She can make people who appear to be flawless and guiltless sobbing on the ground and people who cover their faces smile brighter than the sun's reflection off the mountain snow. People avoid her. They don't want her to paint their stories, they don't want her to tell their victories and tragedies because they have spent so many years building up an empire of hollow bones. People don't want to see anything that means anything because they are afraid that it doesn't. I know. I feel that every day I feel her small hand in mine. She knows me better than anyone ever will and I know she sees my soul. Yet she pulls me into the circle and laughs begging me to spin her one more time. She speaks no words, only laughter. But it is enough. She is enough. Never have I known a stronger person than this 9 year old child who's hair is tangling around my arms. She will never belong. She wasn't meant to belong and she's accepted that. She was meant to bring out the core of who people are when no one else can. She was meant to paint the dark depths of the human heart Into something that means more than shattered glass and cold stones. She was meant to see beauty in the ashes and she does. Here, in an war camp. Waiting for the next day when we all might die. She makes me dance. She makes me find pieces of my soul I never knew existed. She makes me feel. She is free. Who knows how she does it. Maybe it's Ellar. Maybe it's the unending love she had from her brother but this girl won't let anything hold her down.
Petal
The music swells and she laughs. She takes my hand and spins around me till my arm is twisted around my body and I have to spin to untangle it. her hair brushes my leg and she circles me again I follow more willingly this time as she laughs with all her soul. She takes my other hand and takes me around into spins and jumps with arms twisted all over the place. I'm afraid I'll run into someone but she doesn't lead me wrong once. I let go and pick her up with both my arms, lifting her above my head I catch myself smiling with every last bit of my spirit. This child knows what they say about her, yet she dances and laughs like they don't even enter her head. She knows people fear her. She can bring out the best and worst inside of people depending on what is there. She can make people who appear to be flawless and guiltless sobbing on the ground and people who cover their faces smile brighter than the sun's reflection off the mountain snow. People avoid her. They don't want her to paint their stories, they don't want her to tell their victories and tragedies because they have spent so many years building up an empire of hollow bones. People don't want to see anything that means anything because they are afraid that it doesn't. I know. I feel that every day I feel her small hand in mine. She knows me better than anyone ever will and I know she sees my soul. Yet she pulls me into the circle and laughs begging me to spin her one more time. She speaks no words, only laughter. But it is enough. She is enough. Never have I known a stronger person than this 9 year old child who's hair is tangling around my arms. She will never belong. She wasn't meant to belong and she's accepted that. She was meant to bring out the core of who people are when no one else can. She was meant to paint the dark depths of the human heart Into something that means more than shattered glass and cold stones. She was meant to see beauty in the ashes and she does. Here, in an war camp. Waiting for the next day when we all might die. She makes me dance. She makes me find pieces of my soul I never knew existed. She makes me feel. She is free. Who knows how she does it. Maybe it's Ellar. Maybe it's the unending love she had from her brother but this girl won't let anything hold her down.
