Her hands trembled as she reached for what
lie in front of her,
a sight she hadn’t grown fond of.
A face,
nearly scarred from the time it
laid in the hands of another.
Poorly treated once before,
unfortunately all to familiar with the rough touch of a lover.
One who is supposed to guard
and protect you,
is soon the one to turn
and beat you to the ground.
A fear she had kept hidden inside,
not wanting anyone to know the truth
behind her brown eyes.
Glazed over
and protected by a thick black line,
to make her feel pretty.
Even though with one swift move,
he made her feel like the ugliest
person to breathe in the oxygen
that he share.
And soon she knew,
that in her hands lie a mirror
and the face she seeks,
was her very own;
staring back at her.
we all have secrets, let me share one.
