Glass Flower
In my arms she rest;
her short soft breath fleeting away as her tears of glass shards pierce my flesh
"Rest, my love" I say motherly
Her glassy eyes, hands like petals
Soft and sweet was once her innocents
How horridly it was stripped naked and beaten by the figure of guidance, love, light
A man she had learned to love loved to learn new ways to torment her tranquil mind
I know not of the pain she is going through
The years of pain, I could not fathom
I only know that the delicacy and beauty of a glass flower rest in my arms
"I must be strong, I must grow as she dwindles down for now I am her guidance, her shelter, her soil
And she is a glass flower
As the tears subside, the darkness dissipates
I find new light of care, vulnerability, and love
within myself and gleaming onto my beautiful glass flower
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