The Fallen

Too many times has her tears fallen

Wept in darkness alone

Trapped by her thoughts and insecurities

The little strength that is left keeping her alive

She lives as though she has no worries

But only in her tears,

Does she show her stories,

Stories of pain and heartache

Stories of loss

Yet she has learnt to battle the spoken mockery,

And lick her wounds in despair,

Her limitations will be broken

Her barrier crushed and shattered

Her real thoughts and desires

Her real truth

All will be heard

And all those who stand in the way

Shall be executed with no mercy