She is more than just a rock in the sea.
She is the weather, fierce and proud.
She is the sea, pulling and pushing.
She is the sky, calm yet rolling.
She is more than the smooth rock you cling to in the sea.
She is quiet yet her mind speaks continuously non-stop.
She listens, understands yet doesn't agree.
She knows the difference between true and wrong,
Yet she will always see.
Her why is always answered.
She may wear a guide of an angel,
While being the devil's temptress.
She is a shape-changer
Who always stays the same.
She might drink, smoke, cry, shout,
All this and more - you'll never know.
She guards her secrets by letting them be open,
Little messages and hints, small puzzle pieces.
Almost never has one ever placed them together,
Never has one seen the whole picture.
She is nothing good yet nothing bad -
Only doomed, to forever see those sad.
