Resilience
Reality Hurts
"She holds the silence tightly,
as if it might bring joy back.
Her tears are rivers too heavy
for a child to carry alone.
Reality has stolen a hand to hold,
a voice that once calmed her nights,
yet beside her, a rose blooms
soft, defiant, alive.
It whispers through the pain:...
Love does not end here.
Even in sorrow,
you are never unloved.
