The most vicious battles are the silent ones
Muted screams and muffled sobs
Wounds ,bruises and scars lurk deep inside
They are spotted only by the trained eyes;
The swollen- shut ,the sleep- deprived,
the dark, and the hallow eyes
How naïve I was thinking that others’ journey
Was a plain sailing, while mine was a hurricane
But now, I understand that the inner peacefulness
They feigned was merely a diversion.
Now, I see- with my trained eyes- I see
Agitated souls beneath those plastic smiles
©rababe
R