She lived through nights of silent cries,
a loveless home, unending lies.
Each wound she bore, each dream turned cold,
a tale of heartache, harshly told.
She wore the years like heavy chains,
through bitter nights, betrayals’ pains.
Fake laughter faded, hope ran thin,
yet still she fought the storms within.
She felt so dark, her spirit stayed,
through storms that broke, but never swayed.
For fate had planned a sweeter end,
a steadfast love, a truest friend.
She found his arms, her heart took flight,
her prize, her joy, her guiding light.
She’d walk that road of pain once more,
to find the love she now adores.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy