If Words Could Portray

Sweet Sorrows

In a far away city under the moon's pretty gleam,
lived a sweet girl, her eyes like a shimmering stream.
Sweet sixteen, and eyes filled with dreams,
but deep inside, she held secrets bold.
Sitting by the window in the sweet silent nights,
she prayed to the moon to turn her broken heart to gold.
Her laughter could lift the cloud up high,
but beneath that smile there were tales to make her sigh.
The walls of her room would whisper all insult,
they'd gossip about how she got her love's result.
For the boy who turned her heart in a whirl,
left her broken like a lovesick girl.
Yet a spark remained in the dark,
her silence was always strong enough to leave a mark.
Each night she learned how to rise,
to make her point, to claim her skies.
She walked through all the dark nights,
for in her heart, she held the brightest lights.
For every tear she shed,
for every sigh she sighed,
she believed she would rise, 
like the sun after a stormy night.
Her bravery and strength and kindness was to praise,
but compliments was not something she would ever chase.
Walking through the maze, a light of hope she follows,
smiling wide, she would face all her sweet sorrows.