Fragile
She was fragile as glass
But lived in a house of stone.
Many have claimed to have loved her
but she spent most of her life alone.
She was beautiful yes indeed
But through her eyes you can
See her soul bleed.
She never got the chance
To see her own children grow
Many would say it's because "she
Has reaped what she has sown."
Solely because we dare speak
Of things we do not know.
If you meet her try to greet her
Instead of trying to rake her bones.
Shes' fragile and broken in places
She'll never show.
Copyright © Madelin Barton | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment