She was not born with the strength
she is known for
a few closest to her
recognize her fragility
hiding in cracks of
broken promises
and unrealized wishes
amid her shiny encasing
so they stay close,
carrying her gently
And then there are the others
who knew of her tenderness
and used it to discover
exactly how to crush her
hoping she would be forced to
lie down
and
rely
on them
expecting her power to
seep out slowly from her body
and soothe their insecurity
Yet this is how her fortitude
was created
A girl who has been broken
into pieces
who appears
beyond repair
becomes a misshapen mosaic
pouring out an extraordinary love
that she knows so well
because she never received it.
And so many
who will never know her truth
call her fierce.
To show your love, buy me a matcha tea latte, a guilty pleasure that keeps me going!
I became her because I didn’t see her in my home. Mosaic? I am one. Proud of us who have become this woman but I don’t want anyone who mistake how I got here. What a beautiful poem.
gave me goose bumps "fragility hiding in cracks of broken promises."... thank you for offering words to this experience!!