She walked through the rain,
her secrets confessed,
carrying thunder
inside her chest.
The roads were broken,
the nights unkind,
yet she kept moving,
with an unquiet mind.
At dawn she rose,
her breath a flame,
her heart still scarred,
but never the same.
The storm could not
steal what was true,
for in her silence
her iridescence grew.
reflections of an unquiet mind 