She.
An amalgam of broken pieces
Shoved and glued back together.
It’s not quite right
Something’s off.
All cracks and crevices
And missing bits…
But this is no tragedy.
She
Has more surface area for love.
More room to connect
Fluent in empathy
A master of compassion
So much taken.
So much more to give.
She.
A humble soul
Resilient and vulnerable
Present and feeling
Scarred and lovely
A treasure not to look at,
But instead one to see.
She.
-Elle
#poetryfromthenotpoet
To all of the people I’ve taken the time to look at, but never really saw.