Hiding behind a pallet of minerals
Clad in Armani armor and red soled heals
Shoulders squared to take on the world
Greeting all with shuttered eyes

Pain and skill woven masterfully
Gray eyes reflect the ache in her soul
Silent tears she keeps privately
Whispered pleas prayed in the dark

Looking in the mirror for strength
A glimpse of a stranger she sees
Overcoming loss grips at her core
Lost is the woman she was meant to be