Days passes; with a cup of coffee in her hands,
Stories swirling in her eyes,
She was screaming but her sound were echoes back to her.
Her forefinger tracing the windowpane,
"Strong" she silently whispers
She was strong when she found herself after she broke down.
"Dauntless" she murmurs,
She was dauntless when she chased her dreams.
"Benignant" she uttered
She was benignant when she broke herself to fix the broken.
But the story of her life were merely footnotes in the story of mankind.
