Her eyes look like unheard stories.
Long lashes swept away the shattered crystals,
Remnants of broken hope and dreams.
Heavy lids spoke of lonely nights spent with
Agony for company.
Tiny creases formed around each shiny orb
Relaying unspoken emotion formed by experience.
The crow feet in the corners told tales of laughter
Long since passed,
But the greatest story was told by the deep reflection
Hidden deep within the dark depths
Of her unrelenting gaze.
A story that told of sheer determination
And that whispered, "I am a survivor."