Even a dinosaur.

Jaws snap shut,

a roar stifled.

Because even a dinosaur,

in all its might,

still has fear.

Insecurity,

a need for belonging

and an understanding of

intuition.

A dinosaur, even in the dark,

can still long for its mother-

wondering where she went

and why she left

and why she never came back.

So tough and mighty,

this beast.

This young girl.

A woman with scales for skin,

a protective layer,

Unbroken only on the outside.

A roar stifled,

a plea unheard,

a need unmet.

An ache that will only be found

in generations of ice ages and

in fossils long

after she's

dead.