She carries her innocence
like an open wound.
Passion stains her heart
like a fading childhood scar.
Her eyes reveal a broken past,
Alarmed by the threat of reoccurence.
Her soul hides from the memories
that haunt her every step.
She is filled
with Beauty,
And torn
by Ignorance,
Yet she survives
on Hope.
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This is nothing short of beautiful. I always enjoy your poems, but this one is WOW. This really struck me. Very very powerful.(:
ReplyDeleteThe very last line is so powerful. Surviving on hope, that is, and I'll copy Lexi here, WOW.
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