Fragmented Soul

In the depths of her gaze, a story unfolds, A mosaic of memories, young and old. Fragments of a life, like shards of glass, Reflected in the eyes that forever pass. A collage of emotions, a dance of pain, A beauty born of chaos, a heart that remains. The whispers of the past, they echo through, In the lines that map her face, a tale or two. With every glance, a piece of her is told, A mosaic masterpiece, where love and loss are gold. In the beauty of her brokenness, we find, A reflection of our own, a heart and mind. That in the fragments, we see the whole, A soul that's been refined, like precious gold. In the art of her being, we find our way, To heal, to mend, to face another day.