A Troubled Woman

She carried the world on her shoulders, yet never faltered.
Her hair fell down the side of her face, caressing her skin like a sweet Hawaiian breeze.

A hint of pain glimmered in her eyes, but masked with empowerment.

There was so much intensity around her.

There is something great about someone who has accepted tragedy.
Who has looked it in the eyes, and takes every stride with it by their side.

She gave you a small smile.
Instantly, it looked like she saw through everything.
Did she see my lies, my absurdity?

Your muscles tense as you see her move her lips in that way.

In her way.

Everything she did exuded liquidity.
Every action derived from a great source.

How can you ever know this woman?
How could you ever expect to understand all her layers?

All her delicious layers.

Her movement makes you nervous.

As you had never known the calibre of being with a troubled woman.