Lavender Fields.

A dress as lavender,
As the flowers that grow.
A perfect camouflage,
To hide the bruises of her
Heart that she is too afraid
At the moment to show.

She sits in silent solace,
Smiling whenever you're around.
Doing her best to hide her pain,
She doesn't want her trauma to
Scare you away.

When alone, she keeps a
Straight face.
The occasional tear,
Might escape.
Despite it all, she remains
Brave. 

The memories of wars
Of once was, constantly
Playing on repeat inside
Her brain. 

Though she struggles,
She always manages to
Find joy.

In the little things,
That happen in her
Everyday life.

When she eventually tells you her
Secrets, cherish and hold her
Words close to your heart.

Through her fragility
She finds strength, and
Discovers the power that
Resides deep in her Heart.

One she never knew before,
That she always did have.

With natural beauty as
Vibrant and fragrant,
As the flowers themselves.
In her hidden, individual
Uniqueness.

She's not like most girls
That you know, make the
Most of the time you spend
With her...

...Before it slips through
Your hands.

Through each other, may you
Two bloom and grow. 

She has so many things
That she wants to share
With you, won't you be
The first to listen to her
Story?

No one is better at storytelling than She,
Won't you be the one, to assist her in breaking
Free? 

- Alexandra Pierotti.