Inside this girl there lies a pearl...
although she can't even sense the coat of it right now,
among the blurry wet durt pilled up in and around her heart.
How did it all get there? Does pain create such mud?
It may shine through sometimes
she can feel the tickling of its inner strenght.
She has been digging her heart
and reaching the deepest wounds...
but  when will she manage to accomplish
what she has known necessary:
to release what's been cursing her,
hoping to cut loose and unleash
her true full shiny beam...
and allow herself to feel alive, at last...