her

Deep pools of greeny blue, The window to the soul of someone so true. A warrior for the quiet ones, smothered by abusers, Saving so many from similar physical, emotional bruises. The friendly chaos, the firey storm, An omnibenevolent heart that kept us warm. A saviour for the lost ones, the waifs, the strays, Through kind words, generosity... All manner of ways. Laughter so pure, humour so dark, Both mask pain while the knife leaves its mark. A history of tragedy, the strength of a Goddess Her past inspired her mantra: "you're not less." Those demons inside her mind and heart, tearing her down -from the inside. Her: too strong, too resilient to drown. A brutal battle, body waging war within, Hellfire, torture beneath her smooth skin. Hidden scars, self-inflicted wounds, All down to him, karma looms. The emptiness inside, the void too vast to bear, You're gone forever. Out of grasp. The unknown abyss. Not here. There.