Hidden for a time
behind layers of culture,
a small girl of ten could never imagine,
becoming a woman of today.
Stages and phases passed
as a conscience emerged.
One passionate for those and that,
who don't voice their need.
In a world of misguided souls,
unable to act like civilized human-beings,
that girl of eighteen was once as uncivilized.
Living only for self.
Only for what others could give.
What she could take with her.
Time can heal much.
Time brings about that which hides deep-
crowded by layers of what others told her to be-
what she should become.
Time brought about this woman.
A human-being that cares for too much-
more than she can handle.
But time will soften that sometimes-burden of a conscience,
And teach her soul to breathe