she knows

She lives this but doesn’t know it.  Her writing flows through her in beautifully scripted eloquent sentences and her words pierce me as she looks on in amazement.  She tells a story as if she were living a moment and that is where the sweet spot of beauty is found.

Words; hers, mine – they all come together to form a meaning or moment – and with her they are all poems.  She doesn’t see herself.  She writes with a vengeance while telling her story.  Poetic, always poetic – beautiful in a way only she can deliver.

It is a gift, I tell her; more so if you are unaware.  She lives and feels, and these most crucial pieces of life become her words and we are offered snippets and slices of her journey.  A view as seen through her green doe eyes and expressed through her tell-tale words.

Tell her she is wonderful.  Tell her she is amazing.  Swallow her words one-by-one as she reads them aloud.  Say nothing.  She already knows.  Somewhere deep inside of her; she knows.

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