A face of grace, a flawless guise,
Poised and bright in weary eyes.
None would ask, nor dare to see,
The weight she bore so silently.

Crinkled pages knew her pain,
Pillows drank her tears like rain.
Buried deep, her anguish slept,
Bottled tight, the sorrows kept.

A hollow heart, a weary mind,
Yearning for a touch so kind.
A silent nod, a steady hand,
A sign that someone understands.

Yet through the storm, she stood so tall,
Behind the mask, behind it all.
A voice, a whisper, soft yet true,
Telling her, “I’m here with you.”

With pinky promise, hope held tight,
She braved the thunders, chased the light.
Persevering through the night,
Dreaming of a future bright.