TIRELESS WINGS

She used to write with stars in her chest Now she stares at blank pages needing rest Not from the world but frm herself - Frm being the strongest on the shelf. She aches in pain no one can see Still smiles, so others think shes free But oh, your heart is not too much It's a sky that's waiting to be touched Her dreams lie quiet in a corner of dust Once golden hopes now worn by rust No one sees the war she fights alone Each breath she takes feels carved frm stone. For everyone who knows she's just a writer... But I'll write until her soul feels lighter. ~ISHU 💌!