She

She wakes up to a sunset, Yet see no light She craves to feel the warm touch it brings, but she's fighting the worst fight. Her heart and her mind fight Making her soul unsteady and fragile Laying on hands!!! Mind being wetter than the tears on her face It's a void in her heart only she can replace. She sees her worth yet the self validations don't add up. She sensed simple implications seeking only self at the end forgetting she came in this world by herself and will leave the same way. Beauty doesn't cry. But stands out through generations strong like liberty to be seen every day. She will be remembered in more than one way. Not for collecting skulls heads and tainted rumors to cross over head. She is smart beautiful and does enough for five women at time. She's a mother a student sister aunt and friend at all times. Not only that, but she is she and she is me.