I am brokenly beautiful

Look deep into my eyes
See my deepest pain
The dreaded reflection of where I once walked
The weariness suppress my eyes
Both are tired from being abandoned

Both are wells where misery won’t stop flowing

I try to fake a smile
But I don’t wear make up
So it’s hard to hide my heart when it just lie on my face
It’s a pain dressed on the table,
All before me to face

The pain
The trials
The misery
All I have seen
But nobody knows
I try to be strong on my own
Still praying for the day I will be whole

Yes I am broken
But I am still beautiful
My eyes have cried and dried
Tired and weary as they can be
They still look like jewels
Both kept behind the master’s glass
The glass I call my face
I am broken and torn apart
But my face together with my beauty, a finger and a nail that won’t be torn apart
I am brokenly beautiful

My face is covered in scars
But yet it looks like a master’s art
I am brokenly beautiful

Sharon Mo ©