09/19/2024
She stands in the quiet,
wrapped in the stillness of her own reflection.
A mirror held close,
both a shield and a window
to the parts of herself she hides,
yet longs to see.
In the vastness of open space,
she feels the weight of solitude,
the echo of her own thoughts
filling the emptiness around her.
Vulnerable, yet strong,
she faces the pieces of herself
that the world has yet to know.
There’s a quiet sadness in the struggle,
a fragile beauty in the truth
we often keep hidden.
