Silent Strength
#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed.
With calloused hands and weary eyes,
She faces the world, her spirit wise,
Through storms and sun, she stands tall,
A silent warrior, answering every call
Her dreams, like whispers, softly fade,
Buried beneath the roles she's played,
Yet strength blooms in her steady grace,
A quiet hero in life's endless race.
Her story's etched in unspoken strife,
A testament to her unwavering life,
For though her struggles go unseen,
She's the heart of a world serene.
© midnightmusings9
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed.
With calloused hands and weary eyes,
She faces the world, her spirit wise,
Through storms and sun, she stands tall,
A silent warrior, answering every call
Her dreams, like whispers, softly fade,
Buried beneath the roles she's played,
Yet strength blooms in her steady grace,
A quiet hero in life's endless race.
Her story's etched in unspoken strife,
A testament to her unwavering life,
For though her struggles go unseen,
She's the heart of a world serene.
© midnightmusings9