The Breaking Soul

Her tears sparkled like a glitter of peace,

On her soul full of violence,

As she admired the beauty

Created by the stone-cold silence.

With cold breeze brushing through her skin,

On the broken glass, she saw glimpses of light,

And remembered from all these tribulations;

She had learnt to win.

Every challenge she faced swiftly she would overcome,

Because she had a strength which was conquered by some.

She was one of those very few,

Because every morning her confidence was as good as new.