Her Glass Heart
Life's hurricane berated her soul,
crushed her will, and shattered her heart.
It broke down her walls,
and left her bare and in pain.
No longer could she hide her wounds;
invisible scars were scattered in her mind.
Before she was pure, then the storm came.
And she reformed!
She appeared empowered and she was prosperous,
but inside, in the dark depths of her mind,
there stood a girl holding a shard of glass.
The girl wandered gathering each shattered piece.
Within them was her best self:
No longer the puffy eyed skeleton with stringy hair,
but a queen adorned with the most precious jewels.
In her heart that's who she was.
Her glass heart had shattered,
but her dreams remained
and she survived.
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The Slave Poet
ŞiirBattered and Broken. Left on a solemn path. Shackled to them... She needs to run. She needs to fight back. But, but she can't. She's left bound, unable to change her imprisonment. Her words are here. You just need to listen. Listen to the slave. Thi...
