The Eyes Behold
I see a woman whose life should
be in ruins,
whose body and mind
should be torn,
mangled and destroyed
by her past.
Twisted by her life into a
wreck of a human being.
But I don't.
I see someone who is strong,
superhuman in her ability
to overcome the horrible
things she has seen,
what had has happened to her,
the people who have tried
so hard to destroy everything she is.
You are a woman who has seen hell's
eye and survived.
You are a woman who has walked among
the inferno and quelled its
blood lust.
The essence that surrounds you is
one of love.
And everyone around is lucky
to know who you are.
How beautiful you are,
and how and inspiring your story
is to others.
They love you with all of their hearts.
With my heart.
We reflect what you have instilled in us through
everything you are,
through everything you do.
You are the reason so many of their
sorrows have been forgotten.
We wretched souls are thankful
for your love,
for your warmth
We cannot truly
understand your value,
your worth,
but seeing you in pain
we will try.
This was written for my aunt, who had cancer, and has been sick for some time. I am giving this to her so she may frame it and hang it on her wall. That is not meant to sound egotistical, but it is for her to have some hope everyday. I wanted to make this poem as great as I possibly could, but hope is a little bit out of my realm that I write in, so if this not as good as I hope please help. Any comment or critique would be helpful. Thank you.

Oops. And the sentence is finished in a new stanza, but it should probably be finished on the next line before you make a whole new stanza like that.