Beneath the Smile: Cheryl Ann

Sun-kissed leather, worn and warm, Reflects the dance in eyes that storm. Her smile, a practiced ray of light, Hides depths unseen, where shadows fight. Contradictions paint her soul, A swan on rapids, taking toll. The world sees stars, achievements bright, Resilience praised, a dazzling light. But cracks I see, beneath the mask, Silent tears, a lonely task. Battles fought in mind's dark cell, A hidden war, where demons dwell. My heart, a drum in muffled beat, Yearns to scream, shatter her retreat. But love's a whisper, not a shout, A watchful eye, not pulling out. Words like threads, encouragement spun, A listening ear, where burdens shun. Victories cheered, with genuine glee, Building bridges silently. Ink-stained pages, someday read, Reflection's truth, doubts dispelled. Strength not seen in self-made night, But in love's gaze, unwavering light. I'll write of laughter, sunlit bright, Even when shadows hold her tight. Of stumbles danced, not falls unkind, A flickering ember, hope to find. For her, a lighthouse in the storm, Silent belief, her guiding form. Within her lies a strength untold, Waiting to see, waiting to unfold. And maybe then, with gentle grace, She'll find her light, and fill her space.