It’s never her words that will tell you her story,
But her silence that speaks volumes.
Sometimes, rest cannot heal a weary heart, though her mind is alive and spirited..
Yet her depths are bone tired in a way that sleep cannot remedy, nor could she explain if she wanted.
Her eyes scream her truths where her words sometimes do not, she hides all her anguish and love behind the walls she’s built to protect herself.
She’s overcome heartache and struggle with a soul forged of fire and a courage...