Invisible to the naked eye,
carried on her sleeve—
a tender heart,
fragile as glass,
yet cloaked in armor.
Warrior strength radiates,
like sunlight on steel,
but in the shadows
her tears fall unseen.
A silent river carving stone.
Did she set the bar so high
that none can climb?
An impenetrable fortress
crowned with thorns—or
simply no one who dares try?
Tarnished worth.
Her smile, a lantern—
does no one see its glow?
Is her laugh too loud,
echoing like bells in a hollow valley?
Her words, scattered leaves—
are they carried off unheard?
If her voice went dark,
would the world grow quieter?
An unsolvable, one-sided equation,
numbers fading into mist.
She exhales a storm,
a deep, ragged breath.
Her smile—a waning moon,
her eyes—lonely skies at dusk.
Becky J Miller
Warrior Princess
*Visual interpretation generated with AI tools (ChatGPT + DALL·E by OpenAI), August 2025, based on “If Her Voice Went Dark” by Becky J Miller.