She paints her smile over this tattered canvas,
Her eyes shining a ray of hope.
Day by day she fights her demons,
A word of surrender she never spoke.
Today will mark another year,
Her virtue grows stronger still.
Her demons, though they fight and swear,
Her gracious heart they'll never kill.
~S. S. R
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I feel (the things I don't say)
PoesíaWe fear the unknown. The mind holds knowledge, knowledge is power and with power we conquer our fears.
