She’d turned her fears into tears that formed a pool at the bottom of her strength. Shedding a single drop would mean allowing someone to swim among her sharks. So her eyes remained dry until they turned to sand and she could no longer see her way. Lost, she felt her hands tremble and insides shake. Her head tilted forward and she breathed outwards allowing the floodgates to open just a little. Her fears came out and wet the sand. Finally she could see. And people could see in. And they did not see her version of herself; they saw a reflection of themselves. They were seeing how she saw them. And they understood her pain.