She.

She opens up her suitcase and it’s loaded to the brim,

She simply doesn’t have the time to squeeze more baggage in ,

Shes looking at her hold-all and all memories start to flood in but the words are trapped inside and her eyes start stream ,

She recalls the years she has endured but you think she has no hold - all because she acts so self assured,

She acts in such confidence that nobody else would know, the hold- all zip has burst in all her painful memories so,

She acts all confident and that she is fine and can cope, as the truth of pain is trapped in her throat,

She makes her life look rosey and looks give nothing away other than she must have mastered life as nothing seems to heavy for her to help others along her way,

She has fought off many monsters which have swam up from the depths of her suitcase memories,

She has walked through fires and pulled herself back from the wreckage and the edge of despair, only to feel like people don’t care,

So never think she walks on water, when in fact she walks through hell, you just don’t know how heavy her load is because she carries it so well.