She isn't fragile,
She is anything but fragile.
Though used to rough handling--
Raised voices,
Venomous words,
Accusations--
They still managed to crack her
A bit at a time,
Soon too broken
To hold on any longer.
After the numbness wore off
And her limbs wept themselves into exhaustion,
She lifted dry eyes
And braved a smile.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Poetic Blues
PoesiaTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
