Silent Tears...💔

Every evening when the sun starts to set,
an ache builds in her chest.
she knows she needs to take a breath and go to bed,
she knows she needs to take rest.

She hugs her tear-stained pillow,
close, as close as she can.
Fresh tears started to flow,
but crying was never a part of her plan.

Every day she wakes up,
with a smile on her face, almost like a charade,
trying to prepare herself for the worst and the best,
as she ties her hair with the yellow lace.

Everybody knows her
but not her story filled with pain.
Every other night for her passes in a blur,
she hopes for the rainbows, not the rain.

She knows the most painful tears
were the ones cried in silence.
Daily, she faces all her fears
and every day her silence replaces her sentences.

Time hasn't healed her pain at all,
or quieted her fears.
She goes every night to the bed,
and sheds her silent tears.