She’s not her scars, anxieties, and traumas.
She’s brave and stronger than her fears.
Quiet and introverted.
Trusting and patient.
Loving and caring.
Her hands, her smile, and her heart have been through the unimaginable.
From casts, physical therapy, needles, and blood to heartbreak.
She falls down time to time, but she gets right back up.
Over and over again.
She fights a war of anxiety on the daily.
Even though she does not want to.
She fights it.
Hiding her strongest fears.
But sometimes, her fears overpower her and take over.
Quicker than lighting.
Breaking down; making her cry.
She will be resilient.
And it will take her awhile to bounce back.
But deal with it.
That’s how she works.
Her heart is the wildest thing about her.
It tells her story.