She writes poetry
About sunny days and iridescent butterflies,
Of sparkling rays and moments in Spring.
She writes prose
Of triumph of the human spirit;
About raising one’s head in pride
When blessed to do something nobody else can.
She is lauded
For the work that she does
For the minds that she shapes
And the hearts that she touches.
But nobody sees her
That hollow space where sadness, despair and loneliness
Eke out their existence;
The searing pain underneath the happy smile.
I am a Write Tribe Pro Blogger– Trying to blog everyday for a year.
Today is Day 55
Also linking this to Day 26 of the Ultra Blog Challenge