All that she is

They watched on in awe of the beauty and strength that is her vessel
But though she loved and gave with all there were inside her
She carried burdens of decades beneath her skin
Tattoos inked layers deep, entrenched, eternal,
Secrets nestled within her veins
Woven deep into her bones

Her eyes made of glass would rain on days like this
When her stories threatened to crush her ribs,
Break through her sturdy form and expose her for all that she is,
Broken.

Author's Note

My first poem, please feel free to be (gently) honest

Reviews

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I am always amazed at how strong a person can be and even beneath the weight of a lifetime of burdens they are capable of portraying beauty and strength. This is very good for a first poem; I love your vivid imagery describing where we hide our secrets. Well-written!