Peer within, for outer beauty isn’t enough

Just a series of Ornately decorated

Broken pieces jagged, rough

Left behind of  memories faded

The cracks and the lines of my brow furrow

across my face a smile attempts to spread

A glimpse of pure joy amid the sorrow

Revealing picturesque pieces of heartstring shreds

Torn, shattered and shaped into a window

A Mosaic of emotional wounds, silver lined threads

Yet however fragmented by heartbreak and impurity

My nature made in such a way that the sun doth still shine through me

To reveal the essence inside of me—that of pure feminine divinity

existence still holy,

wholly

complete in its own right to be