Poem: Stained Glass Girl – 05/01/20

 She’s like a stained glass window,
 bright, shiny, but broken, 
 into little pieces she was ground down
 before you even heard her harrowed breathing.
  
 The rosé of slapped cheeks burning brightly,
 eyelids blued in a manner unnatural and eerie, 
 the yellowing of a bruise now barely speaking, 
 a smile wider than it needs to be, 
 it’s almost farcical to see.
  
 Contentedness still swims in her eyes,
 for she has fled the situation 
 where the pain, sorrow and angst
 can't be wiped away with a “sorry” 
 that’ll ever be enough.
  
 Those emotional beatings, 
 the diminishing,
 the put downs,
 she’ll forge herself into a newer, 
 brighter, more whole self:
 a stained glass window of a distinctively unified picture.  
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