Her heart whispers in the quiet night,

Words profound, hidden from sight.

Yearning to ease her burdened soul,

Yet, in helplessness, I play my role.

Her eyes, once stars that brightly shone,

Now veiled, secrets kept, silently known.

Emotionally adrift, she sails the tide,

Physically masking, pain she’d hide.

Will she cloak her light, those twinkling eyes,

To shield the truths she never lets arise?

“Make your journey the best,” she imparts,

Words engraved on tender, fragile hearts.

“Work hard, sow seeds, and let them grow,

Reach for the skies, let your spirit flow.”

Yet, as her cheeks feel the touch of sorrow,

She turns away, hides the tears of tomorrow.