She

She has cracks
Like a glass can have.
Fragile wherever you touch
Vulnerable to the eye

She has wounds
That bleeds from pain
Scratches that leaves marks
And sadness seen in her eyes

She has sounds
As silent as raindrops
Like falling tears from the above
A cry silent as solitude

She has words
Unspoken and hidden inside
Remaining like secrets
Never told to anyone

She has strength
Like no one has
That no one realizes
Who she can be one day

She has life
That she lives
No matter what
Whatever circumstances

She has happiness
Of her choice
In which she will forever be grateful
And keep as a blessing