This young lady...

She's now quiet, all restlessness spent. Anger no longer fills the nooks and crannies of her soul. People once said she had a face so black that she absorbed everything around her, midnight had wrapped itself around this young lady. One day she looked in the mirror and saw remnants of a trampled flower.

The dynamic behind this is interesting. She didn't want to probe deeply to determine what was wrong and she cared so much about others that she was being overly concerned with offending others. Others did not bother to ask, did not bother to want to know why, why this young lady was hurting so badly inside, why she was crying in her heart.

She was naive to think that wallowing in self-pity would give her strength to carry on in life. Of course, she never did find the strength she yearned for. It was a ploy she would use against herself, unwittingly buying into it.

She never did believe in anyone. She couldn't make assertive decisions. She couldn't decide who her real friends were. She didn't understand why people would make her feel so worthy for a moment and lousy the next. She had a myriad of questions lingering in her mind, why, why, why. Everyday, she would write her diary but in her journals, the anguish remained. The diary couldn't quite help relinquish her hurt because it was flooded with accumulated emotions and tears from her past.

Often, she would get angry at herself for not being able to focus, for lagging behind others, for her silly mistakes. She embraced her life with a lack of passion, power and pride. She wanted to be different from others, wanted to be authentic, wanted to be, herself.

She didn't have an easy journey making her way out of that black pit. She felt so vulnerable because no one could help her, on her own, she had to fight. She hated it when others made it before her. She hated it when her path disappeared into a vague impression. She hated it when others got what she wished for.

This young lady. She's not just any young lady. She does not have high cheekbones that accentuate a feminine nose, she does not have a killer smile, she does not have elegant eyebrows. Looking back at the shards of what was then her mirror, she saw a weak and pale girl. She is thankful that she does not see a beauty when she looks into a mirror, she is thankful when she looks within her soul.

Her strong will continues to carry her lithe body each day on sidewalks. Everyday, she returns home, nourished by nature's embrace and sure of her perfection. This young lady, she melts at the innocence of a child, she would do anything to induce a giggle from a child. This young lady, she's not just any young woman. If she's nice to you, she means it. If she likes you, she really does. If she loves you, she wants a picture taken with you so that she can be with you forever. You see, she does not go for the simple things in life. If she gives love, she's giving you her heart with it. She will be counting on you, to keep it safe from harm.

This young lady...