Behind her smile are all the things she'll never say,
Behind her twinkling eyes is her field of strain,
One can't tell upon a momentary gaze,
That her life has been such a craze,
Her laughter won't betray any signs of pain,
And she can be the happiest when it rains,
Resolute and bold; it is no more, hard,
She constantly learns and is on guard,
Her life has left her with a sense of whimsy,
The child she was never really left her you see,
Magic in life is not lost in her,
She sees everything through the prism of wonder,
To reach the depths of her soul and leave a mark,
Is an extremely laborious task,
For she waltzes to a tune of her own creation,
Her happiness divorced from life's vagaries she lives without inhibition,
I have never known a woman so strong,
For she can smile even when things are dead wrong.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
