Fractured
Who is this woman
staring back at me?
Lost and alone,
yet connected
to a being
Battered and bruised
from a chance
she once took
To love a stranger
from a friend
she mistook
She is strong
but broken –
Misplaced in a token,
of selfish words
once softly spoken
She will stand,
but
with clenched fist hands
Never trusting the man,
Who sold her a plan
That made her –
a shell of a woman
