She said she was broken inside
Her hands clenched in despair
Her eyes weary from sleepless nights
I see a woman with beautiful gray eyes
Her long lashes fringed with black mascara
Her slender hands adorned by rings and trinkets
She said she lost her will to live
Her face lined with worries and what ifs
Her shoulders slumped from the weight of her cares
I see a woman with long black flowing hair
Her body is slim, fair and perfect
Her feet encased by beaded slippers
She said she can’t live without him
Her body feels empty without his touch
Her heart is shattered, can’t I not see it?
I see a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve
She falls headlong into love, oftentimes recklessly
Foolish she may be, but a braver woman than most
Because she is a survivor.
Because she is a survivor.
Author's note: This is my entry to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry. Please see the others participating this week.
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