-Thorns & Thistles

She seemed to always have a smile on;

The strongest woman I ever met;

 She never complained;

Like her mind was made of steel;

And her will to succeed even stronger;

Not only I,

 A few of us felt this way,

Though she is a woman;

We admired her anyway;

But we-

We never understood her pain;

From the dark history behind her name;

We thought her an angel;

A true saint;

But little did we know;

This saint was tainted;

Knowing more about the thorns 

And thistles of this world than we;

Feeling every moment more than we could see;

Trying desperately to escape her demons,

Till one day she was no more;

Like the dew from heaven-

She was,

And then she wasn't 

She had left us too soon;

She was gone

And by the hand of no other;

Truly,

 One can never understand a soul

- till you've felt its pain;

This day I learnt 

 We all battle demons

 That won't always stay at bay,