Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Broken Puzzles

BrOKeN PuZzLEs

She is damaged goods,

Long ago broken

by men who will never pay for their crimes.

Long ago lost

to a world she was never brave enough to dream about.

She sits ever so quietly in her room

wishing,

Wishing to look in the mirror

and see more.

A broken puzzle with missing pieces,

She worked ever so hard to put them together

Filling in the holes with hopes for more

Trying desperately to make out who it is she wants to be

But it doesn't matter

Because no one plays with broken puzzles.

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