Simply beautiful
She walked an edge of life naked to the masses
A quiet smile, a constant flicker of depth in her eyes
Little spoken and much observed
Soft warmth of a gentle breeze with the sun on her back
The pride of life experienced, sprinkled with struggles wrapped in gratitude
A heart filled with love, a mind full of mazes
As simple as a child, as complicated as she wishes
Dimensions, doors and secret places that lead to the complexities of a genuine soul
Simply beautiful
~Alisa Hutton
The disability of ego
Sincere hearts kept at arm’s length
Walls built
Who is right and who is wrong
Protective bricks to appear strong
Is compassion and open nature for the weakest of souls
Or is our ego filling spaces needed to grow
In anger and silence we polish our pride
Suffocating connection in an effort to hide
The disability of ego will always try to win
An open heart, my chosen kin
~Alisa Hutton
She is nothing wrong
Cracks in her foundation no longer void of fill
Merely a shared opportunity for her light to shine on darkness
Shadow blooming as a reminder, she stands not alone
As tall as the mossy oak that spoke to her the secrets of the quiet
Grand in her roots
Skinned knees not a portrait of her fall but of her noble rise and heal
A story vulnerably spoken in all three acts
Her heart full of pain reminds her
Hold your badge high
Proudly
Feel
Live
The day she awoke
Returning to love
~Alisa Hutton
