She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed.
Silent and strong,
Fighting and praying,
She will know right from wrong.
She tries and she stumbles,
Curses and mumbles,
When at night in the dark,
Where noone can hear,
Her walls brake, she trembles with fear.
She cries and sobs and wail from her struggle.
But come light of day,
She rises again, all signs of her pain are now wiped away.
She walks out her door,
Her head held high.
Nomatter what life throws in her way,
She will handle each moment without backing away.
She uses no potions, no spells and no tricks,
She just learned the hard way,
Whatever is broken, Can not be fixed.
Instead all she did, was keep going on,
Hoping tomorrow will bring on a song
©lollasmith
L