After

There is a hill beyond that wall

and theres a girl upon the hill

and though she seems so small

and shes sitting there quite still

She is clinging to a Rock

and holding on so tight

for when a storm comes raging in

It helps her stand her fight

And when the storm is calm 

she sprinkles pebbles where she can 

so more rocks can grow

for those in sinking sand

And shes an open book

who doesnt tell it all

for some pages make her weep

and sometimes make her fall

trapped inside the stories

explanations for her sake

but she tries to move past mountains

tries to step outside the wake

for she has worked so very hard

to not let it tear apart

And prays for sensitivity

with all the scars upon her heart

This took some time

took years in fact

to keep what you consider

an "innocence"

intact

And dont for a moment

pretend she cannot fight

and cannot defend

Shes choosing stronger harder ways

shes choosing calming happy days

Shes choosing to remain soft