There she is. Over there in the washed up jeans and red shirt, standing by the tree with the purple flowers, gazing out at the sea as the wind blows her hair. Her energy sets off a spark that becomes so intense that whenever I'm no longer near her, I can still feel her. This woman, although I can't see her face, I can tell she is beautiful. her heart is pure like the heart of the father. Her skin glistens when the rays from the sun shines on her. The way she stands with no movement, tells me that someone once stopped her from progressing. The way she holds one arm across her chest while the other at her side, tells me that someone once scarred her heart. The way she stands alone, tells me that nobody has stood by her side. The way she stares blankly out at the sea, tells me that she's in emotional pain. Her standing there at all, tells me that she has the strength to get up and keep going. This woman, does she not know that the healing and peace that she longs for is within her?
I wonder- Who Is She?