One

bashful

cynical child

worries her mother

that she would live a lonely life.

Solace in the fact

that at least she knows

who she is.

Said child

picks

friends

carefully.

Introversion

almost painful,

so making friends

is the sweetest

fruit

ever tasted.

Treasures

every

kind

gesture

as if it

were

porcelain

tilting

in her hands.

Empowered

by

her own compassion.

Embraced

by

the energies of nature.

Enchanted

by

the fables found in books.

She

floats

between

picturesque

and

repulsive

worlds.

Despite atrocities

and tragedies,

a positive

light

shines

through.

And that light

helps this

shy

cynical

misanthrope

find happiness

too.