Cold feet, warm heart

There she is, every night -
Staring to her small feet
Which, have been stepping many years
Too young, too old.
Holding her fears
Cleaning her hope
Warming up her cold
Drinking water through emotion.
She is only a kid
She is already a kid
And she never know -
When she is allowed to be who she is.
There she was -
The wet nurse
Wiping theirs tears
with a daily cloth
Pretending she was strong
but not.
She could be writing
She could be away
She could be done.
There they were -
Pretending everything is going to be alright
That time will come
Changed
with new clothes
and its freedom.