The face so delicate in the storm
Of her heart,
Wrenched in the loneliness
Of where land meets betrayal.
She is the Earth,
So natural in her state
When wanted to be left alone.
We see the forests the same,
Only to repair itself, when alone.
She goes to study her grief,
Deep in its pangs.
The songs she sings,
Are like the trees with howling winds,
She has been raped
And then locked in her memory,
For someone threw away the key.
She has been
Moved to tears, more than one time
When quakes turn her form to be torn apart.
When her reflection is broken images
In the mirror.
Such darkness, where she retreats to
To be able to undo,
All that she has viewed,
With a stare always engraved in a gleam.