I don’t know her name
And I don’t know her face
But I know that she’s hurting
And that her smile hides her pain.
Her story, a mystery,
Just a beating heart in the crowd.
She walks with purpose and defiance
Nothing can take her down.
She’s already been to hell and back
It was supposed to be a one way trip
But she found her way once again
Another fire lit.
She gazes straight ahead
No longer fooled by alluring charms
She’s traded her glitter for the shadows
That will do her more good than harm.
In them her tears fall unseen
Her red eyes hidden from the light
Her sobs merely blend with the others
Who have taken refuge from their plight.
She is wary as she is weary
From a journey wretched and long
She sits for a minute to rest for a moment
And read a ‘not4fainthearts’ blog.
I want to tell her she’s not alone
I want to tell her she’s found a friend
I want to tell her have no regrets
And that one day she’ll smile again.
And then I’ll tell her I’m sorry
For getting her in this mess
And I’ll gently kiss the looking glass
As I lay my sins to rest.