Shattered Reflections

In the quiet corners of her heart,

echoes of laughter linger,

ghosts of promises whispered,

crafted in twilight.

She wears her scars like artwork,

each line a story,

each bruise a lesson,

painted by hands that once claimed,

"I will never hurt you."

Trust is a fragile glass,

shattered beneath the weight

of unspoken apologies,

and the sharp edges of betrayal,

they dig deeper than skin.

She walks a tightrope of memories,

the sweet taste of love

turning bitter,

as shadows remind her

of every tear unshed.

Yet in the ruins of what was,

a flicker of courage remains,

a spark beneath the wreckage,

willing to rise, to mend,

to believe, once more, in tomorrow.

She gathers the pieces,

not knowing her worth,

but hoping to craft a new song,

from the fragments of old melodies,

with each note gently shaped

by the hands of resilience.

And though her heart bears the weight,

she dances in the fragments of light,

a tapestry of survival,

her spirit unyielding,

blooming from the ashes

of yesterday's shattered dreams.