Created by the hands of God,
Imperfectly perfect.
Molded by alls life circumstances and rough around the edges because of cuts she endured

She can never be fully defined, for she's forever unfolding.
Tough, hard , difficult and misunderstood by many.
Tired , fed up and yet still with a lot of fight In her.

Her heart cocooned and protected,
Having been hurt, full of scares and cracked it is.
Forever challenged , from Childhood till adulthood. So the outside is hard as rock.

She...
A daughter , sister, and mother.
Strong for the sake of many.
Harden by a cruel world, difficult it is to unwrap the true nature of her heart.

As I stood back and analyzed.
Heart so pure , it's fragile.
Broken , but yet continues to love.
She cries when one ones looking,
Gives love which it taken for granted.
Has tried to turn cold, but it's not her in nature,
The warmth in her heart, rooted to the soul

She, who has a heart of gold, full of love and strong enough to endure and let go when its had enough.