Ring of Fire

If you watch carefully, sometimes you can see a dark storm brewing behind her tight grin. Faintly, as she drops her gaze, you might hear a quiet cry of disappointment or resentment. It can be mistook for disinterest, but the words that follow the gaze will indicate how much disappointment or resentment resides in the fibers. The words can be sharp, slicing into the false negatives that linger in the air, or, they can be defiant and proud, standing firm like a brick wall to prevent penetration or seepage of further hurt and ridicule - a personal manifesto outwardly displayed with a chin tilt upward and a lift in the carraige.

Despite the momentary win of the battle, the war rages on within the mind. The heart knows not how to rectify the slight wound but the scar tissue surrounding it will see to it that it is protected. And the storm that churns beneath the permeable layers may rise and fall with the tides of rain.