NEVERTHELESS, SHE PERSISTED.
In her dark mesmerizing eyes,
I saw the dull skies.
Deep thoughts that are trapped in her messed up mind,
I've heard her loud hidden cries.
On her pale lips,
I have read thousands of unsaid words.
And in the canvas of her black soul,
I saw her colorless world.
In her bright but messy hair
I saw a white brought by anxiety,
And in her exhausted brain,
I can feel it drifting away from reality.
I guess I am her and she is me.
While she's standing in front of a mirror,
Pain is all I can see.
Yes she's a warrior, but sometimes a worrier.
She'll get through it, she always does.
A strong heart she has.
Because the Lord promised her,
"Oh baby, this too shall pass".









