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.

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