Unbroken

The fragile...



Upturned wrists, showing
the skidmarks of teenage angst,
brittle hair that speaks
of too much dye
and low self-esteem.

Size two pants
hang loose
from hips not meant for children
or cuddling.

Startled eyes that might say
either “anime,”
or “frightened.”

Such tiny shoulders to carry
the weight of the world,
such a breakable little doll.

And yet,
her voice rings strong,
and those thin little fingers are calloused,
and though small,
her shoulders are squared.

With a heart of gold
and an iron will,
she remains
fragile,
but unbroken.