Picture of a young girl
stands
Among the tools

Her hair
blazing red
As the fiery sun

Her eyes
Deep black oceans
With only a hint
Of blue in them

She grows up
And sees the picture again
Realizing
The tint of blue
Was fear
of everything
She heard at home
the constant yelling
And fighting

A tear comes
To the older girl now
And she quickly wipes it away
Realizing
How much she's changed physically
as she has
Emotionally

Her eyes
A much paler blue
Too shallow
For anyone to see anything in
Unless they knew her

Her hair
Still a vibrant, fiery red
But showing more strength
Than it did when she was younger

Her smile
More forced
Grim
I take the small
Wallet sized picture in my hand
And wipe away the next few tears
That come into my eyes

I quickly walk away
from the tool box
Where so many memories are kept
In that one
Little picture