She was born a mosaic -
Beautiful art comprised of broken pieces.
She loved art and believed
All should know the power
And beauty it holds.
So, she gave her
Broken pieces
Away.
She gave some of herself
In
Every
Interaction
She's made
In her mere twenty years
on Mother Earth.
In sharing her art,
She lost
h
e
r
s
e
l
f.
The mosaic that was once
This lovely, innocent masterpiece
Was a blank
Canvas.
She will soon learn
That an empty canvas
is not her kryptonite,
But her r e v o l u t i o n.
YOU ARE READING
in h.e.r shoes
Puisithis is a collection of poems i've drafted over the years. i think it is time for them to be set free.
