she stands like an oak; tall and strong and unmoving
shoulders hunched for protection;protection for the secrets she still carries
pain is carved into her features as deeply as a canyon
she is unbreakable,weathered a thousand storms
but beneath the soil that holds her hostage her roots are made of fragile and broken glass.
she stares out at the world uncomprehending,leaves falling like tears; like rain.
she thinks'if only...if only...'
if only they would look beyond the surface to see how fragile and broken I am.
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Poems About Life
PoetryPoems. These are my thoughts about things that have happened to me in my life.
