Unaware.

Unaware
The girl
With the soft blue eyes ,
Slow , measured walk ,
Afraid to talk ,
Eyes set to the ground ,
Flowing caramelised brown hair ,
Blowing in the air ,
Take away all her cares ,
As she climbs the back stairs ,
Met with blank stares ,
Unaware ,
She is about to play musical chairs ,
Sorting through her affairs ,
Dealing with her inner nightmares ,
As she now has her dream catcher ,
And her fingers and toes crossed
Its going to taker her to a new chapter ,
Called courage on page one hundred
And twenty three .