She is the girl
Painted in faded watercolours
Her eyes dark and misty
Like the coldest of nights.
She is the girl
Sculpted from glass
Fragile and striking
Like a butterfly wing.
She is the girl
Sewn up in cloth,
Held tightly together
With thick seams of thread.
She is the girl
Sketched out on the canvas
Poised and motionless,
And coming to life
She is the girl
With the painted-on smile,
Glossing over layers
Of sadness and fear.
She is the girl
Who had been taken apart
And pulled back together
In the name of art.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoesíaA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
