Captured, by her eyes of steel

It would be wrong to call them cold

They’re only hardened against a world

Which punishes those who feel


Her passion, dark as night

Hidden beneath false layers

A guarded guise, heart opening

Only to those with a certain sight


Ruptured, your soul is caught

Splintering beneath her fearsome gaze

Those grey chips of ice –

Questioning what of her is sought?


Her tears, they’re gleaming

Bright in the surrounding storm

This whirlwind of wilderness

Too oft denied understanding


Fractured, your body cracks

Weary as submerged remnants

Of a painful past rear up

Revealing the love she lacks


She smiles, the first you see

Eyes sparkle as her burden shifts

Your shoulders swiftly stealing that

Which prevents her being free

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Storyteller, holistic health guide, and lawyer, with a mission to promote health and ways of living more harmoniously on this planet and with each other.

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