She's Shy

14 May 2017

She walks into a room
Interrupting conversations.
And she's completely unaware of it.
The earth spins slowly....slower....
For heads to turn.
Admiration stares upon her.
Gravity is pulling everyone in.
The amazing thing is,
She doesn't know she's beautiful.
In the way she moves.
In the way she speaks.
To us. To me.
And the sad thing is,
She doesn't know just how remarkable she is.
Falls just short of humility.
Her reality demeans her breath.
But in our reality, we call her awe striking.
She lives in nightmares at 2:00 P.M.
We can only wish to break her free from.
So she can dream in peace.
So she can finally feel the flame
in herself, which we speak of.
Often.
To her. About her.
Every time she walks into a room.
(Fashionably late)
Filled with flaws and yet just as flawless.
She's a walking (hidden) gem.
Valuable as she stands.
Valuable as she is.
She'll break the boundaries around her insecurities.
To feel secure in her own skin.
To dream as a fool, shamelessly,
Without feeling foolish.
Eventually.
She's brilliant.
...she just doesn't know it yet.