As fragile as glass
She glides with great class
Free minded and open
She’s a real golden woman
In spite of the hole in her heart
She smiles through the hurt
Yet lifes relentless pull
Tears at her every limb
Slowly unveiling
Her former shattered self
Unraveling her concealment
Her essence exposed and now vulnerable
To lifes’ Most vile creatures
Stepped on and shoved
She continued to love
But despite her pure effort
They drained her poor spirit
Ravaging her soul
Leaving her desolate body to lay in ruin