Gently, she sways,
To music unheard
Her mind speaks volumes,
Without her saying a word.
She awakens each morning,
With her heart on her sleeve;
And by the day’s end
She will lay down to grieve
There is beauty to her sadness,
A brutal truth in her lies.
She hides from the world,
Yet she has telling eyes.
Invisible battle wounds,
Scarring her mind;
Searching for a healing,
She has yet to find.
In this crazy life,
She will learn to live
Learn to take
And learn to give.
She is you,
She is me;
She is trapped,
She is free.
Everyone has battles,
That nobody sees;
Say a prayer for those who lose,
And those who feel empty.
I hope you make it through
I’ll see you on the other side;
But stay here for now,
And enjoy the ride.