She walks the earth in search of truth With a few hopes in mind and a tune in her ears She sifts through people in search of gold Daily, it seems, someone new is breaking her hopes Bringing tears of pain… …and visions of escape from the haste Becoming a nomad, her roots seem to be lost Drifting through life …like a feather in the wind People come and go Leaving temporary memories But serving permanent scars This journey strengthens her mind And calluses her heart Maybe her mind isn’t naturally deficient But damaged by those who hurt her To her, I speak gently and calmly “This soul has good intentions… …let me see the real you” With a quirk little smirk she opens her arms With a tight hug she whispers in my ear… “Thank you for caring… …it is the best gift I have ever gotten” She steps back with such finesse And in her eye is a new glow One of a child getting a new toy In her step is a new spring And a heart refilled with hope