Off in the silent distance you watch a young woman moving through her life's lessons longing to find understanding seeking meaning and purpose. Sometimes she busys herself with mundane efforts or duties as chores to keep hurt and pain from absorbing her again.
Each new chapter of her book of life opens; rarely dramatically, mostly silently, hidden beneath the noise of the obvious waiting to reveal meaning gradually, slowly, carefully, oh so carefully as if a precious treasure to be found only when she might be ready to receive it.
You are curiously aware of her struggling, of her budding strength but notice more her weakness and few fleeting successes with constant challenges that strap her fast as ropes harnessed on so many points of her being. She sweats and strains to loosen that which binds her but always stops spent and exhausted relaxing against that all too familiar embrace.
You see her but watch with distant silence.
You blink, you breathe, you look away, you don't care, she has no meaning to you as you lose yourself in the noise of your obvious.
Precious treasures groan under the weight of another lesson lost, still hidden as the chapter closes knowing your next lesson will soon unfold as it always has and it always will.
(Tee by Nessy Shepherd) 
