Her....

Independence she always practiced,
Independent she was,
Even in her dependence.
Everything she did
on her own
Never needed anyone
Never asked anyone
For anything.
She was strong and independent in everyone's eyes
and she was.
The vulnerability of her character none has seen
Nor tried by any.
No one had showed the courage to knock the door
To know the real her;
What she really wished in secret;
What she doesn't talk about;
What she left unsaid.
She never allowed any
to encounter her vulnerability
And thus remained weird
for she breaks apart
when somebody leaves.
Still she smiles
As if nothing happened.
Says she nothing but keeps quiet.









A perfect imperfect she is.