Rise through the pain
Some chant glory,as she walks
Striking sparks of felicity
Worships praises glorifies
Yet still not sure of what she is
Others whisper, mutter near her
Hoping that she hears
“It’s just luck’’ “no flair in her”
She tries to shut her pain
No one spots her bleeding scars
Her broken heart and faith
For she masks herself and hides her face...