Don't pity the broken doll,
ravished by
time
     pain
           and scars...
Her heart is not unscathed
It too carries
hurt
     wounds
             misery...
Those who judge by what they see
will never know the beauty forged
beneath the broken shell.
Therein lies a heart convinced
     love exists.
The one who isn't a Knight
       devoid of shining armor.
One who too - has survived
       the chaos we call life...
These hearts will meet!
      That is her hope
             That is her dream
Until that day she persists-
      On the strength born of pain...