You waited for her to return.
You waited for her to return as a delicate flower
But She returned as a warrior
The ground shriveled in fear at touch of her leather boots.
Time had grown on her.
The warmth from her heart had flew away with the shivering cold winter wind.
Your smile melted, and you questioned why with your eyes.
Yet, you ignored the obvious signs of pain.
You ignored the scars, and the past that was calling her name.
You saw a hard cold exterior, but you didn't have the eyes to see the aches.
Instead you saw a crushed flower a rose with other its thorns left to be seen.
You didn't look for signs of the journey that crushed this rose.
You didn't look to see the obvious stomping that had happened.
But you also didn't see the strength
You weren't looking to see the warrior she became.
But she felt her strength through the pain.
In the end you only waited for the return not the story behind the thorns.
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In Between The Lines
PoetryCopyright 2017-2018©️ Ranking 138 in poetry on July 24,2018 Poetry from in between the lines. All the words hidden between the sheets. "If you can't love me in the storm, you can't dance with me in the rain." "What you pursue will soon glow, when t...
