One single star stands out in the blackened sky like a beacon in the night offered to those who know only such a life.
A cold winter breeze blows in ruffling the curtains.
With blankets piled high around her slender frame she snuggles in and continues to stare out the window next to her bed.
If one gazed in to her dark, sweet chocolate eyes their reflection would greet them.
She doesn't let anyone beyond that thick sheet of glass.
No one knows how distrustful she is and no one knows how afraid she is, of allowing anyone beyond that door in to her soul.
A soul tired and bruised and desperate.
Tears silently glide down her smooth tanned skin while she hugs herself close keeping her eye trained on the one single star above.
With each tear the glass in her gaze shatters.
With each tear a piece of her facade breaks and falls away in to the depths of her now yielding gaze.
And the dark, forbidden feelings pour out.
Feelings of pain and anger and hatred stomp in to her psyche setting fire to all she is, all she hates, and all she wishes she was.
The single star is blurred by the tears she must allow to fall.
Because if she does not allow herself this simple privilege she will be crushed.
Beyond dark and light, hatred and love, life and deathher single star continues to shine brightly, forever keeping sacred that simple privilege...
To allow one star to carry the crushing burden as only its magic is able.
Just a dribble from my thoughts...