' In The Quiet, She Found Herself ' Poem by WIN VENTURA

In the hush between each heartbeat's call.
Heard a whisper of her soul, so small-
Yet wide as skies no eye has seen,
A galaxy of grace, fierce and serene.

She carried storms behind her smile.
Still walked with hope that burned awhile,
The world may never see the cost,
Of every battle she thought she've lost.

But love, she rose - a poem in flame,
Soft but wild, with no need for fame.
She stitched her pain into lines so sweet,
Even sorrow bowed at her feet.

She the hush in her silent cries.
The glimmer in her midnight skies.
Though she has no one to hold her tight,
Her inner words will guard her dreams each night.

So rest, dear heart in truth and grace-
Her journey writes a sacred place.
And when her fear the dark has won.
Her divine will whisper that says. 'Shine On.'

By: - WIN VENTURA