Is there a way to uncomplicated times when nothing and no one vexed her,
She wades through, thinking where has that girl gone,
there once, now she’s a memory.
Where is her rosy outlook hiding, why is it now thorny,
Eyes wide once, colours vibrant and everywhere, replaced by tunnel vision, blind to opportunity on the left, destined path to the right.
Maybe is a word she hears, in her mind and the lips of others,
what fear stops committed words, they aren’t so scary are they?
The wish for something better, an offer, there are but few,
She waits because she knows she is, the only one that’s true.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2014