Bruised but not yet broken
Delicate but not weak
A heart wearing thin
Unfulfilled dreams at her feet.
Fragile but not empty
Cracked but without scars
Hope beaten down...yet still glimmering
In the ashes...Yet not marred.
Seeds of faith watered
By a constant stream of saline tears
Tomorrow there may be flowers
But for now doubt mixed with fear.
The fear of not knowing
The fear of the loss
Of all that's familiar
Contorting, transforming...yet ahead...a cross.
Confused...yet still focused
On finding, in this world, what is real
Truth waiting to be discovered
And love, again, her heart to steal
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