I always thought I was a healer for the broken and somehow the
lost found me.
I thought I was whole and the one who was open
But then I caught a glimpse in a mirror, and I saw her.

Cracked eyes and chipped shoulders,
Once a stone masterpiece that could have been marveled in all her glory.
Those broken soul's storms she endured to make sure they saw the sun have had an effect.
She is weathered down and wonders if a chiseler will ever come around to bring her back to life.