Impact

The words imprinted on her soul are poetry that is without rhyme.
The rhythym in her heart is one that is hard to follow, even for her.
The melody that swims in her veins is beautiful, but trapped, only to be released by an impact that breaks skin.
Then the music, the blood, could pour out.
Finally, every is out in the open and her song can be heard, but only by those who truly listen.
And although many listen, only a few understand.
And even those who understand will never KNOW how she feels.
They will never know what to say so that her laugh is one that she doesn't have to force.
They will never know what to do so that her smile is repaired.
They will never know what she chould do to bandage her wound so that it remains that way, hidden for the rest of her life.
Becuase she doesn't know, herself.