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

Mind’s eye:

That hollow space where sadness, despair and loneliness

Eke out their existence;

Nobody knows

The searing pain underneath the happy smile.

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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