It's happening.
Right now.
Every moment. Through every action.
It's happening.
It makes not a sound,
Leaves not a trace.

Don't confuse disjointed thoughts for poems.
Just cryptic thoughts, misplaced. Maybe not even cryptic.
Never been the quiet type.
Never been afraid to fight.
Or throw the first punch.
Not very lady-like.
Rage overcomes fear.
My father's daughter, absolute.