Charlotte Heathcote
- Apr 29, 2020
- 1 min read

It's in her eyes

So, I have been writing about something in the past few days that I thought I was ready to think about again. Turns out, I really wasn't, and so it's definitely not something I'm ready to share. I have however, written many poems, so thought I'd share another one with you all.

Don't mistake my strength

for being okay

Don't judge my journey

by my outward actions

Look into my eyes

and there you will see

the truth in my pain.

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