"bienetta"

if only they had let you be.
if only they hadn't squished you into every peg hole they could find.
i'm not amazed that you survive, but did it so well.
of the kind you want to try and protect, easy prey for the wanting eye
and yet you rose above it so well
the ripples of your wake echoing still in the hesitant stares behind you
as you go about your way
tried but not mastered
by anyone
wild as you should have been let to be
you're too good to have to dwell in this wretched mess
no matter how well you steer by lightless skies and missed morning
the best in you is what makes me sorry
there may be no place ready for you
yet