Her heart of hearts records the pain,
Places where deep scars remain;
Damaged tissues bear the strain,
Warped and twisted soul.
Kissed by Light, and coaxed by rain,
Wounded places bloom again,
Every scar croons fresh refrain –
Wrinkles make her whole.
She wrapped her naked soul in frost,
Afraid of being known;
But hiding came at bitter cost –
This skin was not her own.
She lost connection to her core
As frozen walls were raised;
The warmth of Love could melt, restore,
So she could live unglazed.