That which I could only see through hearing,
My admiration,
My crushes,
And crashes,
The young girl that saw so much,
Had so much strength,
And enough wit to go through it all.
Giving so much to myself when few did,
Inhaling all that comes with being with me,
Knowing oneself,
The being that breathes fire under water,
The one whose happiness is limited,
But deep joy knows no limits,
The being that sees beauty in all seen and heard.
That girl that defied all odds,
All shortcomings,
And came forth to be the awe we see today.
All the goodness oozing all over flesh of thine flesh.
Silence of the heart does not always mean peace,
My daughter has taught me it means one is human enough,
To know the thin line between sacrifice and reward.
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