then
Transparent, trying, good intentions.
No matter when ruthless stones ricocheted through.
Purest sodium; carbonate; silicon
left alone and dismantled.
If all you do
is shatter the glass
why can’t you leave her broken?
now
Lit was a match
Stoked was fire of passion,
what she found were
flames of tenacity to grow wild.
Annealed, re-crafted,
she was ready to take on the world again.
