She wrapped a blanket of misery around her,
And wore a crown of heartbreak.
Her clothes were weaved from
fine threads of grief.
And despair coiled around her neck.

She wore shoes that were heavy with fear,
and bangles dipped in chagrin.
She accoutered loneliness
as a belt around her waist...
And painted her nails
with every shade of her insecurities.
Strength and courage filled out of her bones,
As she wore all her imperfections
boldly on the outside for the world to see.

No one could break her anymore
for she wore her flaws,
with so much grace and elegance
that would put a dense-use to shame