'She'

She dances alone on the tip of her toes.
She searches for hope in her head.
She looks in the mirror and can see no-one she knows
She wonders what day beauty left

She touches her cheek and squints her left eye
She reaches out and touches her hand
She tries hard to seek a believable lie
She wishes she could understand

She hums a tune but can’t remember a word
She smiles because she remembers friends faces
She reminisces stories that she has once heard
She sighs at the beautiful places

She jumps on her bed and bounces not so high
She wonders if the air must be stronger
She looks in the mirror and can see many a line
She realises she’s not a little girl any longer