Golden Girl

Storm-chaser, flame-keeper, wind-dancer

Breathless and reckless

Destroying everything in her path, she leaves a trail of creation springing from her footsteps.

Dreams like Titans, words like rainfall, words like summer, words like stars.

Sky-watcher, light-finder, night-wanderer

Crooked and cluttered

Wild and untamed, she sits in silent solitude and washes the frantic conversations and deep bass beats from the corners of her mind and the crevices of her soul

Hopes like fireworks, fears like heartbreaks, fears like failures, fears like loss.

Ignore her shaking limbs for her heart speaks courage, and her eyes speak courage and her trembling hand wears a badge of bravery. 

Ignore her insecurity, obscurity, immaturity.  She is frightened and indecisive but her future beckons and she prays that she won't be forgotten. 

Ignore her selfishness and her sin.  She asks to hear your definition of salvation but her soul sings a deeper truth than the one she is told.

Dream-weaver, scar-counter, blood-runner

Prayerful and playful

Speaking softer than silence, she listens louder than the crash of billions of drops of water breaking on the sand.

Wishes like candles, thoughts like skylines, thoughts like wildflowers, thoughts like rooftops.

Remember her, she is golden.