In her heart.
By Mychal Prisbrey

Strong mind,
Weak heart,
Bones grind,
Ready to start,
As hard as she tries to hide her pain,
Is shows like light ,
On this plane,
Simple but deep,
In plain sight,
She cries in the confines of her own heart never showing her pain’,
She looks to you for help
but you turn your back on her,
In her pain she seeks salvation,
Will salvation arrive or  with damnation forever claim her.