The Secret Window Poem by Rhianna Hayden

Her soul manifests with a glassy sheen,
though she tries to be veiled by a thin flesh screen.

A lonely drop trickles down her cheek.
She quickly swipes it away and shrugs it off,
afraid that we may call her weak.

However, what she thinks shows weakness,
in fact shows fortitude.
That single tear showed a flash of bleakness,
But this dark place is just an interlude.

Her eyes will always communicate her soul,
and she will remember feeling dark as coal,
but one day things will get better
and her woes will float light as a feather.

Her soul manifests with a glassy sheen,
no longer a tear, but a sparkling gleam.