TIRED WINGS.

She moves with love though worn and tired, A silent fire that's dimmed and expired. Not happy not sad, just numb inside- A quiet ache she tries to hide Lonely shadows cling to her way Left behind in shades of gray Capable hands that don't give in Yet wear the weight beneath her skin Her kind soul is now confused Frm the hauntings of being used She stands alone though not by choice A whispered cry, without a voice. ~ISHU 💌!