Her cries
come only in the dark of night,
so no one could see her misery.
Each tear embodies her frustration,
Each sob echoes her stress.
She grows wearier by the day,
juggling endless demands at work,
struggling to stay afloat on the
sea of deadlines.
Each day she's like a lone soldier
fighting her own battles,
bruised & sore by sundown,
battle scars etched on her heart.
Somehow,
she finds the strength to go on,
in hope someday,
she would gain her footing in the
corporate jungle.
Till then.
Her cries
continue night after night.

© 300roses