She fights every day.
Looking inside to find it.
Outside to look happy and strong.
Emotions trying to fit.
Even when it's hard.
She goes on and on.
And the heart it takes.
Knowing she's no pawn.
Instead she's the queen.
And her subjects her own mind.
Controlling it to be in order.
And the strength she can find.
A smile plastered clearly.
But some meaning hidden under.
As she knows that past is past.
And the rainbow after thunder.
She can transform to any.
And the very same thing,
Can happen to some.
And the events may swing.
But the lesson,
To all this here?
She can control hers.
And so can your fear.
It's no special ability.
Not a born in trait.
But something you learn.
Not only up to fate.
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She Was
Poetry2nd Collection in the She series. A collection of poems following similar themes to collection of poems titled "She Says". These poems will follow a theme more closely following dealing with past traumas, inner strength, forgiveness, and being who...
