A Tortured Soul Reversed

Her eyes were of the
utmost beauty, resembling
a kaleidoscope of green
and golden citrine

Her skin so incredibly
delicate you dare not
reach out to touch the
single tear slowly
rolling down her chin
for fear she may shatter

Adding to her beauty as
always, by her side
the single lovely pink
rose wafting her favored
scent to fill her soul

Yet it is her soul that
speaks volumes through
those magnificient eyes
of wonder as if to say
to the world

‘I am at peace and free
of any bonds that held
me captive, this of
my own will’

The tear you were
witness to was shed
with serenity and joy,
today believe I am a
precious existence

My spirit now balanced
memories no longer
fragmented pieces of
a splintered past

Look into my eyes
what do you see?…