a self portrait

a passion
desire to be and live and see
that fueled her every dream
her life was simple in the big picture
living on the outskirts of time
a brain desperate to fit in
a soul desperate to stand out

her world was filled with words
books scattered her floor
but her parents never minded
her thirst for knowledge of life
was given by them
the passion they encouraged
she thanked God for them

but the desire
it grew with her, never ceasing
to walk along the Seine
travel the world
see it all
with certain people in tow
that she loved

a feeling of hope
holding tight to what she had
desperate not to loose it or let it fade
'a writer is the sum of their experiences'
she believed this in her core
and the shutter clicked
just like her breath, as life moved on

there are simple things people noticed;
the long hair and green eyes
the worn out tape of 'you got mail' that was memorized
the way she saw life behind her lens
'i see better through my lens'
'i speak better through my pen'
the soul that trickled through

an enigma
trapped in a world misunderstood
smiling through tears
poetry scribbled on a napkin, absorbing the world
she was her own
her experiences
her passion

her life.