More and More the pieces in her head started to fit together.
There were still some pieces developing and others still awaiting a match.
Every piece led to a collection of puzzles located in her mind.
The more pieces that fit together, the more she would grow.
Unable to control her growing arc and her growing light.
It was one of the pieces that shone the brightest.
She would try to shake her glow, but people still stared at her in amazement and admiration.
In her mind, she knew, it would all somehow work out for the better even when she
was depressed, underneath all the madness and constant self badgering,
she was a beautiful sight. No weight or stress her on back. No worries or doubts.
Just black girl magic and achievements to be made.
The understanding she had was a light itself.
Her mind was not the only beautiful thing she owned.
Her heart was another beauty.
She had a wild truth in her heart
that connected to her mind.
Her heart could rain and shine with the pain that still remained.
She was used to holding in everyone else's secrets but she was not used to holding onto her own.
Torture it is but empowering it also is.
She could not believe how much she could hold in and still keep her composure.
Her strength was amazing.
Crazy they called her which helped her keep a distance and weird was the excuse for her distance.
She spoke low, cried loud and sung with emotion.
All that self doubt and pity was in her head but her composing truth and compassion
came from her heart. Which was the greatest part of her body.
The way she could love even after she was just broken was impeccable.
The compassion and light she had for other people especially
the young and old was sincere and appalling.
She was a magnificent woman.