Softness

There isn't a smile that wants to appear on her withered face: that much is real clear.
On mission to win her battle of might. Her manners expose the toughness inside.
Perhaps it is past that caused all the fright. Or what's to become if compassion stands up.
Whatever the reason might be isn't clear, but it isn't the meat of the issue either.
The sadness spreads out like sun rays in sky. It's really ok to lay that burden way down.
Presenting the beauty buried by fury of making a story from ground up.
The chips might fall down and scatter around, yet it's really ok to simply sit down
And wash all the anger and drown the danger that only exists in her mind's jaded eye.
The smile may appear on her face held so dear by many of those whom, humbly, she touched.
There is always a chance that her toughness will melt and wash the sorrow brought on by world's domineering power.
So she can become the softness inside without the need to stand tall and fist fight.