A quiet flame in the dark.
She wonders what feelings hide,
Behind her distant spark.
She longs to wander far alone.
Where no one knows her name,
A soul no one can tame.

She pretends that she is strong,
Unshaken by the pain,
Believing wounds won’t reach her.

But tears betray her in the silence,
Falling fierce, like endless rain,
Each drop a truth she’s hiding,
Each breath heavy with her pain.

There’s a weight upon her chest,
That no one ever sees.
She shatters in the quiet,
Falls softly to her knees.

And in that unseen breaking,
Where shadows feel like proof,
Her sorrow speaks the loudest,
And her sadness becomes her truth.

Jenny G