Leslie

Here's a little something I wrote yesterday. It's about a character in one of my favorite books:

trapped inside a prison of her own making, 

the walls built out of shame and pain and despair,

her fears, thick and cold and real, 

pushing anyone away who might care to come near.

her past, chaining her to her present,

strong metal, heavy and frigid, unshakable

 dragging her away from all brightness and hope,

her eyes, the color of the ocean, 

fierce and free and wild,

her face, cold and beautiful as a stone goddess,

is calm with eyes like windows

 to the pain and turmoil within.

her beautiful heart, locked away from all human touch, 

never to be seen in it's real charm and depth by another creature,

unless they are brave enough to fight past her the iron bars that encircle it.