She bears a heavy heart
She is exhausted.
She smiles through hidden dismay.
For there are a few
Who look to her
To keep their insecurities at bay.
For these faces
She must live on
A general in a battlefield.
Or a mother
Whose warmth soothes a child.
So she stands
Apparently rejuvenated
And envelopes her brother in an embrace.
No matter how fake
There is now a smile on her face.
Whether any notice
her inner self loath,
it matters not.
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A Little Bit of Nothing
PoetryWhen one looks at the world as a whole, this poetry collection amounts to nothing at all. Not only that, you and I probably amount to nothing. Yet, there is some substance, a little "something" that makes life worth living. We spend all our lives li...
