she

In the quiet corners of her mind, She dwelled in realms of thoughts confined, A girl, from birth, not wholly her own, In shadows of others, seeds were sown. Her voice a whisper in the breeze, Unheard, unseen, beneath the trees, With eyes that shimmered like the night, Her ideas sparkled, hidden from sight. She watched the world with silent grace, A porcelain mask upon her face, Her heart a river, deep and wide, With currents of dreams she had to hide. For fear of judgment's heavy hand, She buried treasures in the sand, Words unspoken, thoughts unsaid, In the garden of her mind, they spread. Her ideas bloomed in secret glades, A tapestry of light and shades, Yet never did she let them show, Afraid the world would never know. But within her silence, strength did lie, A soul as vast as the open sky, One day, her thoughts would take their flight, And paint the world in colors bright. For in the quiet, power grows, And in her heart, a courage flows, A girl who'd never been herself, Would one day shine like a secret wealth.