A deafening silence,
A withering soul,
A stone-cold body,
Left to fight alone.
A dead flower in a vase;
Each petal falling off like her dreams.
She is calm
But her soul screams.
A book opened to the page of her favourite quote.
A note peeking from another book that she wrote
Saying not to lose hope even if it is hard,
To give the best from her part.