Bruised But Not Broken

Her spirit was made of pastel colours, glitter, tears and light Her heart was made of smiles, strength and dynamite She wore courage on her sleeve and bravery on her face She welcomed resilience with a warm embrace A part of her was the moon who rose above drama in the sky A part of her was a shining star who refused to die Leaning on the other stars in her milkyway Her friends were her support structure and there to stay Do not judge her assertiveness as it creates protective walls Not only from a crazy narcissist, but from any other great fall Do not judge her walls as they kept her alive It was all part of her process... shatter and then rise She had worn many titles in her life Such as daughter, friend, counsellor and wife... She had been the provider, a teacher, and one who strives But most of all, she wore the title of one who survives Yes! A survivor who many times did not need to tell... The world of the numerous times she fell Because she used her energy to get back on her feet And go once more on life's rollercoaster's seat To the narcissist who dared to come close to my domain And attempt to inflict her misery and pain Come closer once more and play with my chaos... Prove to me what I already know - (her sanity was always lost!) Her bruised soul starts to heal and slowly discards the pain As she dances to resilience in the summer's rain She takes her scars as a souvenir and token That her soul was once bruised, but will never be broken