Yet some days, she is a storm bracing for waves that will push against her. Sailing a treacherous force that will pull her under, apprehensive to fight against those waves.
Gentleness... is hope and hope allows her to stay still, and her body will flow to the tides. Surrender my body and mind-this soul to the movements you cannot control.
Eventually, she would see the rays of warmth that is the sun and a land peeked with luminous floral patches with lush green fields