A hundred melodies of sorrow,

Played softly with her heart,

A chaotic mess inside, broken

Yet beautiful, such was she.

Strong everyday, she portrayed

But within, only she knew

Her grief that consumed her,

Every moment, every breath.

A hundred shattered pieces,

Resided inside her soul,

Unknown to all, strangely broken

Yet beautiful, such was she.

A flicker of hope, lied in

Darkness and tears of her eyes,

For she knew brokenness, was

Her strength and not weakness.