Can I put it to words, Do I dare try?

Oh dear little miss, have you done it all,

Are you ready, are you sure?

Circles, Rememberings, Questions, and Doubts,

Endless things she could sure live without.

What are you thinking about dear little miss?

What can you possibly do?

a little girl shudders

a windmill heart flutters

and a defiant look for the truth.

But does it matter, does it really?

Isn't is enough, enough 'ready?

She eyes a key rusting there in the soil

one coated over recent years.
It is cold, dark, forgotten, alone, and quite real

with a profound peace drawing her near.

WAIT. WAIT. YOU CAN'T GO BACK WHEN IT'S DONE.

SO MUCH COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG

The little one now looks down at this massive iron weight, 

"Where does this truly belong?"

Little Girl- Oh you are little, aren't you?

Don't worry, You are doing enough already.

This wont make life fun, it wont give you a run, 

Twill ensure a flutter, a studder, a rudder no more

You will be lonesome without

You will cease to be you, little one.

Do you want to lose what you have become?

An iron weight hoisted up to her questioning eyes, she had felt something on the bow. 

What is this thing engraving beneath the mold, what is this under the moss?

Etched and few, the words rang true

a deep cursive font brought it back.

She knew through and through,

What she must do

Only a faint click was heard,
a sound so silent it did not exist.

Yet it was felt by one, and one only on a night
a warrior standing prepared, protected, and upright.

If you are not farmiliar vish ze vay Alissa Mitchell tends to tells people her innermost secrets- let me enlighten you before I go
She doesn't.
She has a wonderfulhorrible tendency to hide them.
But they are not invisible, no. They can be found!
Underlying themes, messages said unsaid. Maybe one day she will be great at just unloading buckets, but as of now, she is quite content throwing bocce balls around Maraland fields with two of the kewlest people in ze whole Alissa world.
That is, until tomorrow...