The Quiet One

Having cast aside
Her tough girl act,
The one that kept
The world at bay
For so much of her life,
She sits there
Looking kind of pretty,
But a little nervous
And ill at ease,
Questioning
Whether or not
She belongs
With this group,
Not quite sure that
She really wants
To be here,
Yet knowing
No where else
She would rather be.
She hasn’t taken
The lead yet,
Or powerfully stated
Who she is
Or what she is about,
Probably because
She is not yet
Sure herself,
But in her indecision
Is a softness
That’s inviting.