Goddess of Promise

Flecks of sunlight intermingle with soft ringlets.

Flawless makeup accompany eyes
Bright with enthusiasm yet heavy with thoughts of impossible responsibilities.

Lights pulsating, organized noise:

Demands, complaints, outrageous outbursts all of which bring life to
The beautiful minds fighting.

Fighting for freedom among this technologically torn society; fighting for a surrogate mother, father, friend...

Or is it the tumultuous transition from child to young adult fighting for

A voice?

Or just fighting?

She's fighting everyday

Her voice is artillery

Calm words explode from the smoking gun of love.

Her power is diminished as beaurocratic barriers succeed to heavy her load.

Glorious heroin avoiding minefields set by precocious, obnoxious, brilliant nymphs desperate for stability and boundaries.

Least acknowledged among the land of plenty.

Yet she shows up every day to repeat the process simply because she
Cares.

~Stephanie L. Morris