The Pearl

She once had a pearl

Which made her heart twirl

I could not understand why she cared so much of this pearl

The bruises on her skin confused me as her eyes twinkled with hope

I still could not understand how she acts this way

However I am distracted by the string wrapping her neck 

The pearl sits calmly on her collarbone, as if it belonged there 

Her hands however bare, no ring in sight 

I ask her why and the topic seems to put her in a fright

She proceeded to tell me how he does not treat her right 

And the story on how the pearl saved her life. 

Before her mother died, she gave her this pearl

She said the pearl thrives from an injured life 

A tiny grain of sand forming into a lustrous shine

She is illuminated with beauty and worth 

Which made her realize, she must be fine