I look up and see you,
Standing so disoriented.
Scintillating smile, so painfully broken.
Your eyes scream at me, a plead for guidance.
I give you a breath of hope with a single glance.

Just when you're ready to break, I offer the comfort of silence.
A listening soul, solely for you.
Grab your hand and turn you in the right direction.
Others grope at you, a lost being in a raging crowd.
I reach for you but they swallow you, without a single sound.

I panic, scared for you, I search everywhere.
You lift your head up and push your way through.
You're a stronger woman, more vivid soul than I will ever be,
And in my every hope and prayer I hold you and I plea.
The restless crowd slowly calms and you make your way to me.

In time you decide to leave me, I am saddened but let you go.
Though the crowds and waves will never cease their torment,
I know you're ready, I know you are free, and will get through any strife.
Fierce, ambivalent, conflicted. You and me, no more ire like a fire.
I see you, wild, fearless, attentive, insightful, assured.

Strong woman, who shakes trees and melts knees,
Nothing deters you.
But if ever you're disheartened,
Know the other woman is  there.
The other woman...
                                  ... dear daughter of me.