Every one of her pensive smiles,
the stare from those void eyes,
and the wayward walking like a lost soul,
she was entwined in her defiant thoughts,
she was in a constant battle with her inner demons
broken from inside but she wouldn’t show
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I feel I can see her
May be that is an act of self-preservation. Hiding your battle scars, the war inside.
Poetic presentation of such admirable strength..!! 😍👌🏼
She wouldn’t show, but I think she is dying to show!!
Mounting the pain and then one day its all gonna come out blazing.
Thank you so much. 😊🌸
Well said my friend. Only she would know 😊
Wow, beautifully penned!😊
Thank you so much for the kind words
Only she would know 😊
Or succumb to her fear
Thanks so much for your kind words
That all depends on her strength I feel
Thank you so much, Rich ❤️
True. 😊🌸
Many of us are smiling while we are fighting out inner demons. This was so well done.
I can imagine her..she is always there in your poems💞
Thank you for your kind words 😊🌸
😊🌸thank you for reading,
Beautifully written.
Thank you so much, Diana
Not easy to show scars.
Always. Thanks for commenting
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