The Silent Warrior

She speaks in shadows, not in sound,
yet every silence shakes the ground.
Her eyes conceal the storms she bears,
her hands still give, though none repairs.

She lifts the weight that others leave,
her aching shoulders never grieve.
She mends the cracks no one can see,
a keeper of fragility.

Her love is boundless, fierce, untamed,
her mercy offered, never named.
No praise, no witness, no acclaim—
yet sacred still, her hidden flame.

She is the pulse behind the fight,
the unseen lantern in the night,
the quiet warrior, veiled, unknown,
yet every triumph is her own.