You (A Poem)
You.
You can still be who you want you
who you would dream of when you were a child
your mind is clouded
your arms always crossed
so quiet, yet observant
so vulnerable in your own beauty
broken and mended
just to be broken again by the new moon
walk away from the shadow of your fear
what is life, if not an adventure
break down, bloody knees,
swollen eyes,
feel your beauty within,
And be.