She walks with her head high,

A pride that can not be broken,

She says things that are truthful,

Nevertheless she is a stronger person,

She carries a pen and a paper,

So deeply poetic she is,oh such a writer,

Her aim is to help others,

To unburden her friends and family,

Soothe their pain and say words magically,

The aura she carries is so wonderful,

Her name is delicate like written on rockaways beach,

Her soul is so adventurous like the lion hungry for it's prey,

She's so fierce they call her the strength of hercules,

But whenever she passes by the little pond,

She sees a vulnerable, weak and sensitive woman,

It is her true reflection,

She sees a woman who can not utter the three words to her lover,

Like a princess in the castle she sees him from far away,

It is her true reflection,

She lets her tears slip in the pond,

Drop by drop she lets go of her insecurity,

When she passes by the pond,

She puts a mask, a smile so radiant,

Who knows the true reflections of her?

Let the pond be the witness,

It is where she has her true reflections.