Piece By Piece

Homeless, she was devastated:
her heart shattered into a thousand pieces,
she sold her body to survive the streets.
And a trail of needle marks tattooed
the arms of this throwaway girl;
whose spirit seemed as broken as her heart.
Crushed under the heel of reality;
she had no money, no future, and no choices:
but the one thing she did have was talent.
She expressed herself through street art,
drawing on another level, outside the box;
for a curious world to critique.
Spray-on paint morphed into her voice
as her muse mirrored what she saw;
in mesmerizing murals of lost hopes and dreams. 
Someone posted her artwork online
and she was an instant hit;
going viral overnight.
But fame slowly stripped away her anonymity,
day by day, piece by piece.
And as time revealed the woman behind the art:
she attracted sponsors.
And this broken, gifted girl, metamorphosed:
from an insignificant caterpillar, 
into an astonished butterfly;
who discovered she had the wings
with which to fly, all along.

10th grade11th gradeangstfree verse

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