The unseen war still wages on;

She stood on the brink of freedom’s dawn,
High school’s end, a horizon drawn.
Her heart whispered soft and light,
"Breathe, it will be better, hold on tight."
But questions danced in shadows, deep,
“What’s next?” in dreams that didn’t sleep.

Her brothers painted vibrant skies,
Her sisters soared where science flies,
And she?
Wandered through the darkened halls,
Haunted by a home that never calls.

She chose a path, not for delight,
But just to flee the endless night.
Far she ran, but healing stayed afar,
A girl with grades, but wounds bizarre.
Smiles she wore, while her spirit cried,
Silent screams she kept inside.

She craved companions, hearts to hold,
Two friends, then three, a tale retold.
Three grew six, and six eleven,
Yet in the crowd, she felt abandoned.

She...