Being confronted wasn't really her thing

A woman of bare words; yet she had to share!

When her heart sank to the deepest

A pair of yearning ears and a warm heart

One which could heed through her silence,

Understand the silliest pains,

and know that even the tiniest wounds could bleed

was all she wanted.

Door after door, she knocked, not being her

To the silliest jokes, her pained heart laughed.

She tried hard enough to hide, as well

The war within her was too real to win

She knew that an audience of ink spills over crumbled papers

might heal her wounds

But her heart feared the eyes that could read through the ash.

As bad an actor she was, a huge smile 

that often faded quick, she fastened upon her face

She tried to cripple away hours, not thinking

But as hard as she might try, 

she found herself hugging tight through showers.

Muffled up cries, she kept the taps running

She knew if one would ask, no answers be sought.

Under the light of a dim lamp

she strung her words, one by one, painfully

Hoping that one day when reflected upon

the agony she bore that felt like a sword

piercing right through her chest,

might sting a little bit less.

That the whimpers that choked her

 were resonant with battle cries

and the pain was just gold being molded by fire.

Also that days yet to come 'd sing the glory

of how tenacious the hard times were

And how much resilient it made her be.

To those who read these words

and reflect upon it as their own

Do realize that this war they fight

ain't brand new or history

As with each one comes a

 new beginning or an unexpected end.

Each tale being the same and different its own distinctive way

But do realize that this blood stained battlefield

is fenced by shields and swords

So for now, fight the battle before you

Down the last drop of sweat and blood, if need be. 

The wounds you sustain, may time heal

Just know that, though an option, you chose not to die 

and that made you the worthiest and the solid.

A note to those that don't identify with these words

Consider yourself a bit lucky

And look around you when you have the sight.

You might have a little bit of extra love

For the thirsty ones and the lonely, the less fortunate of the present 

Some write for the fame, but the others for the pain.

Look around for the empty, 'cz the full could spill over