#WritcoPoemPrompt6
The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead,

In the silence of her struggle, she stands tall,
Seeking inner peace, though she feels so small.
She longs to scream, to release the storm within,
But she chooses calm, concealing the din.

Broken into pieces, like shattered glass,
Her heart aches deeply, the pain...