She could see the wind
the unrivaled colors and the chaotic parade of events
Still she moved on harder,
the carriage of her current and past beings felt reluctant!
She had to let go of her own pieces
her indigent secrets and memories prevented the colors disrupting her growth.
As scary as the horizon seem,
strong she is for everything she have heard, felt and seen...
No drama in what she dreams,
nor tears fit in her battle scenes
brave enough to only listen
brave enough to search for her mission