Literature
3 AM
She is always
Acting
Pretending
To be tough,
But
I know better.
She is strong and fierce enough
To kick a Hydra,
Should it
Stand in her way,
Or threaten
Someone she
Loves —
Love?
A weakness she insists that
She doesn't have,
Ever —
And yet, deep within
There is a wildfire
Burning for me.
Her skin is a cloth
Of woven scars,
Patterned with
Bruises and burns;
She claims that it is a record
Of the countless times
She overcame Death;
And she wears it proudly.
To everyone,
Unshakably
She seems
Unbreakable
But
I know better.
It is 3 AM
And her troubled past
Stirred her awake —
I can see her ghosts
Haunting her g