Through trials fierce, the world did test my soul,
Denied me joy that others find as whole.

Life stood against me, fierce and ever cold,
And burdens deep on fragile shoulders rolled.

I’ve seen betrayal, hate, and envy’s fire,
Yet still, I stand, though weary and so dire.

With strength unbending, though my choices failed,
I fought for kindness, though none prevailed.

Each hope I breathed, life crushed with ruthless hand,
But I press on, though storms don’t heed my stand.

I pray for peace, for rest in days to come,
For blessings true to ease what I've become.

Some people you meet just once, but in your heart they stay,
While others, every time you see, seem strangers day by day.

Some take, and others leave behind, a part or piece of you,
And some, with fleeting hours shared, leave memories deep and true.

Some friendships only bring you pain, though brief they seem to last,
And others, though just days apart, feel like the world has passed.

For things, some people sell their souls, without a second thought,
And some would trade away their years for moments dearly sought.

Some eyes reflect a pure embrace, like rivers calm and clear,
While others seem like distant lands, where kindness won't appear.

Some eyes are filled with quiet grief, some warm like hearth and home,
And some can pierce into your soul, though they've not stayed or roamed.

Some people glow in colors bright, while others hide their pain,
Some live in black and white, while others just seek shelter from the rain.

And those you trust the most, it seems, can hurt you deep within,
Yet, when you're far from them, with ease, they lift you from your sin.

In eighteen hundred seventy-two, one day,
A girl in New York’s streets, lost, made her way.

With clothes of mud, she spoke in French, distressed,
The crowd did try, yet none her mind addressed.

Her memory was gone, she knew no name,
A soul adrift in grief and silent shame.

A charity, French-born, helped her regain,
Her health, her past, and eased her heavy pain.

The daughter of a man of great renown,
Victor Hugo, whose fame had spread through town.

Her tale would break her father’s heart in two,
As she, for fifteen years, in exile grew.

Beside him on an isle so far from home,
They shared their days beneath the British dome.

But love misled her fragile heart’s pure core,
For Alfred, whom she followed shore to shore.

A British soldier, cruel, with heart untrue,
She crossed the seas for him, but sorrow grew.

In Nova Scotia’s lands, she chased his flight,
He drained her wealth, then vanished from her sight.

With no one left, no friend nor coin to hold,
She wandered, broke, in New York’s streets, so cold.

Returned to France, her spirit crushed and low,
Her silent vow from lips no word would flow.

For forty years, from heartache never free,
She spoke no more—no sound, no voice, no plea.

Her father tried to mend her shattered will,
But silence ruled her days, her nights grew still.

Her record stands, the longest silent vow,
In human lore, no voice will break it now.

Beware, O man, the hearts that break in pain,
For shattered souls may never speak again.

Medusa's tale from myths of ancient days,
Is known for fearsome snakes and stony gaze.

Yet hidden truths lie deep within her past,
A victim's plight, in shadows long to last.

Once fair of face, a mortal 'mongst her kin,
Her sisters were of Gorgon’s beastly spin.

But she alone, of human form was blessed,
Until her fate by tragic gods addressed.

The poet Ovid told of her cruel plight,
In Athena’s temple, by Poseidon’s might.

The sea god’s lust, a crime beyond her will,
Yet for this wrong, she bore the goddess' ill.

Athena cursed the victim, not the foe,
With writhing snakes where locks once used to flow.

Her gaze, a force that turned all men to stone,
Condemned to live her days in fear alone.

Perseus sought her head at king's command,
With gifts from gods, a shield within his hand.

He cut her down, her power met its end,
But from her neck, her children did descend.

Pegasus, the winged horse, and giant bold,
Were born of ****, a tale of sorrow told.

Though myths recount Medusa’s monstrous fame,
Her only fault—her beauty was her shame.

In truth, the monster was not her but fate,
For gods, not men, had sealed her tragic state.

The victim of a crime, she bore the blame,
Yet history recalls her with disdain.

When she left me, silence took her place,
My heart is empty, aching for her grace.

Her absence casts a shadow over day,
In loneliness, I yearn for her to stay.

She filled my life with joy and tender light,
Now darkness comes with every lonely night.

I hope she'll hear the whispers of my plea,
And feel the love that still remains for me.

No one on earth will care for her like I,
My heart is bound to her until I die.

I'll wait for her, through every storm and test,
Till my last breath, she'll be the one I quest.

Her touch, her smile, her voice so soft and dear,
Are memories I hold when she is near.

Though parted now, our love will never cease,
I'll keep the faith and seek her in my peace.

In dreams she'll find me, longing for her touch,
Until she's in my arms again, I’ll clutch.

In Egypt's golden sands where Nile streams flow,
I danced with time, where ancient echoes grow.

The call to prayer at dawn, the pyramids' grace,
Home's warm embrace, a familiar place.

In Saudi’s desert, where the sun's fierce light,
Painted the dunes with a crimson sight.

The whispers of the wind in the silent night,
Guided my heart to peace, pure and bright.

Germany's streets, where history's layers lie,
Castles and rivers under a cloudy sky.

A land of poets, where every word takes flight,
Inspiring dreams in the soft moonlight.

Turkey's bazaar, where colors intertwine,
Between East and West, where cultures align.

The scent of spices, the warmth of tea,
In Istanbul's heart, I found a part of me.

The USA, a land both vast and free,
Where dreams are born in the land of liberty.

From city lights to forests wide,
I walked with hope, with the stars as my guide.

Each place a chapter in the book of my past,
Memories like jewels, forever to last.

With simple joys, in each land I found,
A piece of my soul on sacred ground.

A friend so dear, with heart so pure and true,
In darkest nights, you guide me, pull me through.

When storms arise and shadows cloud my way,
Your voice, a beacon, turns my night to day.

With every laugh we share, my soul takes flight,
In your company, the world feels just right.

Through trials and joys, we stand side by side,
With you, dear friend, there's nothing left to hide.

Your words of wisdom calm my troubled mind,
In you, a strength so rare and hard to find.

Our bond is strong, no time can tear apart,
For in your trust, I've found a second heart.

In endless dreams, we wander far and wide,
With you, there's always joy and hope inside.

No mountain high, no valley deep or vast,
Could keep us from the friendship that will last.

With every step, our journey's bright and long,
In you, my friend, I find where I belong.

So here's to us, to memories yet to make,
Together always, for each other's sake.

Through all of life, in you, I see the end,
The greatest gift I have is you, my friend.