She was the type to feel calm in the midst of a storm, and unease in moments of peace.

Planned exits, not entries, and needed the warmth of the sun to fall deeply asleep.

She craved the comfort of loving another, but felt uncertain being loved.

And could never find sense of accomplishment in any amount that she’d done.

The type to kill flowers, but plant them around her; to like weeds more than purposeful growth.

Would seek out the goodness and truths of all others, but would lie to protect her own oaths.

She was the type to be wading and drowning, but rather tread water than lightly.

To burden another, even if they offered, was much less fearful than fighting.