Her usual stance is harsh and hardened
features full of a fiery irritation
eyes that skitter back and forth
a wall massive built high around her
speech steeped in sarcasm, doubt, discomfort
I approach with my guard up
prepared and ready
she stands defeated, shoulders slumped
eyes holding back tears, hurt
her wall for a moment seems to open the tiniest gate
her words share with vulnerability, shame, ugly reality
she allows for the moment to be truly seen
her act leaves
hurting heart, exposed
wordy confusion revealed
processing cycles and struggles
lost and answerless mindset
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