Hides behind pictures on a screen,
Beyond words on paper.

You can hear her between statements,
In a sigh,
In a laugh,
With wrinkles around the eyes.

You can see her when you aren’t looking,
When you aren’t thinking,
When you weren’t asking.
You might not notice.

She can explode.
A question,
A hug,
A check-in –

Authenticity –
She’s where happiness lives.
Devoid of mask or cloak.
Free from expectations,
From self and others.

She is true.
Feared for her candor,
Perceived as aggression,
She is still loving,
And strong.