Sleeves

She wears her heart on her sleeve.

She makes it well known where the blood flows,

where the arteries attach and veins pump.

These are her sleeves,

these are her wishes,

her dreams, her hopes.

Everything she cares about so lovingly etched upon her arm.

It only takes a few words for her to be able to say it.

To muster up the courage, to find in herself the ways in which

she may inspire others to do the same.

To be brave, to stand up in the face of anxiety

and push through it, because you WANT to,

not because you have to.

Expression: that's the most challenging thing for some---

but she wears her heart on her sleeve, not because she's broken easily, not because she begs to be seen, but because she has nothing to hide, she has no shame in her heart, nothing with which to keep her from being herself, and that is fine.

That's the only thing that matters.