There’s beauty in the storm,

A bold lip, a quirk of a smile,

That you need not look hard to find.

The fight within

Can only be witnessed

By those who truly choose to see,

The strength of a hug or a laugh, consumed in the joy of a single moment,

Hold me, don’t touch me,

Let go, never go away,

I’m whole as long as I say I am,

Because she’s just a girl

With a heart made of gold

Plotting along through a world turned upside down,

Refusing to succumb to a society-made mold

And she’s on a mission

Searching, going, running, shouting,

Listening is harder than it seems sometimes,

Feeling the words vibrate in her head,

“Does anybody understand?!”

A flip of a switch, a shout in the storm,

Until a hand reaches out,

And miraculously someone’s attached to it…...