I've been kicked and thrown.
Does that make me weak?
I've been broken and shattered.
Does that make me frail?
I've been scorned and tossed away.
Does that make me unwanted?
I've been cursed and disowned.
Does that make me an item?
I've been abused and abandoned.
Does that make me unloved?
I've been bullied and beaten.
Does that make me a target?
Am I nothing more than glass for your stones?
Tinder for your flames?
Do you believe a dark past makes me less valuable?
Do my scars show you a porcelain girl?
The beauty of glass is its likeness to diamond though they are opposite in terms of strength.
So with your next stone,
Beware my crystal heart.
YOU ARE READING
Words I've Kept
PoetryThis is my coping mechanism. I love poetry and feel like it's the only anchor for me some days. I thank those who have me strength to share. I write about Trauma and dark moments of my life so if those aren't for you neither is this.
