REVIVAL
She was left;
Completely and utterly broken,
Tainted and imperfect,
She was left soulless.
But she picked herself up;
Never entirely fixed.
But she held her head high,
Pretending she was fixed.
She walked down her path;
As if she had no scars,
And no one knew about her scars,
For she hid them so well.
But her battle scars were ever present,
Deepening every second, minute and hour.
The more she pretended that she had no scars,
The deeper her scars became.
But she would not let it bring her down,
She built herself stronger than ever.
Her walls were made of bricks and concrete,
And nothing could bring her down.
DU LIEST GERADE
Bruised Melodies
Poetry"A place where jaded souls, Dance to bruised melodies, Is where you'll find me." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The poems in this book can...
