Too honest, too open, too spoken
Too loud, too proud, too broken
Too much, too soon, too potent
Deep inside one heart permanently frozen
Overlooked, overheard, never chosen
Shutting down, her door is closing
Laid to rest the energy of hoping
And though gone she’s still provoking
Heaven hears her storm approaching

© Delia Ross. 2019

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