My Daughter - Open Doors

She claims innocence.
And so she should.
She rants selective furrow,
But knows otherwise.
She is feeling and loving,
Calculating and mildly questioning.
Destructive at times,
Behaving so.
Challenging her circumstances
In ways too acceptable.
It is her reality.
Is it her life ?
Is it fine?
Is it hopeful?
She asks and asks.
Will life be the joy its meant to be?
If its meant, to be.
Maybe not.
Yes or no.
No one knows.
It will be what she will make of it.
The doors all open.