And Yet

Her expression, all at once despondent, yet content

turbulent, yet peaceful

the weight of her thoughts

bear down on strong shoulders

yet with a bounce in her step

as though she always has somewhere to be

but with feet that refuse to take her

she's a conundrum, even to herself

self-assured, yet trapped by her perceived shortcomings

a plexus waiting to erupt under self-imposed burdens

under her skin, a universe, untapped

unmarred by social guise and the inevitable divots of time

and yet

she views herself as though a reflection

rather than a prism

waiting for the sun