Mangled Heart -
beating still.
Tomorrow seems
a task uphill.
Tears soak
through every layer
of plastic smiles
worn with care.
She holds herself
in the dark of night ,
stark embrace :
lonely pride
waiting for
the morning light
to chase away
ghosts of past,
to sweep aside
shadows cast.
As first light dawns,
a glimmer of hope
slowly shows
her how to cope
with memories of
hurtful strife
and move on
to a promising life.
Beating still
this bruised heart.
Step by step
to a brand new start!
