It would be terrible to call her meek
No, I wouldn’t call her that
for this one particular reason.
Yes, she was often small and quiet
yet although so frequently withdrawn
it was courage she held in her possession.
It was her singular way
of being so utterly brazen
as to join (and not only to join
but to advance!)
The Others’ conversation.
With aggression, so tenacious
and with sudden deadly precision
she would be large enough to exist
and to exist among the Faces
without fear of derision
with no desperate evasion.
It was strange, a sharp surprise
to hear this little voice float up
seemingly from a dream’s cast off vapor
as she, doubtless soon to be caught and tried
would bear the rarest smile in her eyes
and to all specters become a traitor.
It would be terrible to call her weak
you see, I could never call her that
as with a forward step, a tilt of her head
she would say all that she felt
and become what was said.