Tale of Tallulah:

Skies bear

a great deal of mysteries

with clouds like petals

of white sunflowers

STILL Tallulah

Can’t fully express herself

EVERCHANGING as the River

Mood dissuading as a chameleon

the bearer of a indecisive mind

Problem child

Or

the root of devastation crosswinds

a fickle mistress-

Tallulah the wounded healer

who looked into

the whites of fears eyes

and came out on the other side

Conquering fear like a cascade

of shimmering masses

Created from adversity;

many taught to fear

Trial and error like a perpetual map

Pain suffering like orbs of light

Bringer of light to those alone

Illuminating hope to those afraid

through a vast blanket of despair

She guards a secret understandingly

everything wanting,

lives shamelessly on the neighboring

end of fear

Yet admire , she finds a way stoically

out of darkness of life’s gray lines

Her presence provides comfort

harnessing infinite wisdom

Awe inspiring still,

Tallulah the wounded healer

for all inquisitive enough

to meet her gaze

Endless tales

nay fables

Originate within her

like celestial blue prints

she’s the teller of stories

Uniter to all

conductor of better days