teacher…
casting prismatic reflections
on uneasy water
glaring crystaline eyes
shimmering light sparkles and guards her
inoocent and clearly wise
heart flooded with oceans emotions
pouring out, healing the littered shores
she stands alone with a mothers love
a lighthouse in the storm
breaking out
so young
so beautiful
but corrupted by the harsh reality of perverse chaos
an innocense shines through
with a will that refuses to belive in the existence of fairy tales
and a smile that melts through jaded snow
and icicles of wasted tears
Things are a little different in my reality. 