Of how she fights silent battles
Silently winning untold and unseen battles,
Short, sharp noises, every night she crakles,
Drinking vodka in the middle of the night,
Trying to be strong like a knight.
The next morning, she wears her smile,
Like, she never got tired walking from mile to mile,
They complimented her for having a pretty eyes,
No one notices that her voice cracks like an ice.
She's slaying monsters until dawn,
Capturing them diagonally forward like a pawn,
She uses prayers as her arm,
Little by little to avoid harm.
You'll never see her suffering,
Her bravery and faith is unending,
She's dealing with anxiety and depression,
Trying to move forward, by taking a slower motion.
This poem is dedicated to: BetterJanine and yiverraine
