The Lioness

She was a lioness amidst the crowd.

Her glow radiate from her wide smile. Lights shone from her playful, joyous eyes. Angels sang with her melodious voice. She was every bit of perfect to my eyes.

But I knew she wasn't.

Her smile hid a frown of lost love.

Her eyes showed the tears she lost.

Her voice cracks and sighs at everything that just happened.

Yet she stood firm on the ground and held on.

Yet she still stood straight up and smiled.

The lioness in the crowd, she was. Ever so simply blending in the sea of crazy people yet standing out all the same.