Broken

She laces her vans

checking her appearance once more

with a smile on her face

she picks up that weight

the facade of strength

never letting anyone in

the demons inside her mind

cutting her down, telling her she's not enough

scenes that she wishes she could forget

while believing she was

broken by her trauma

defined by actions, words of others

she played with fire and burned

left to pick up remains

she wants love and peace

but all she was hell

constant battlefield of blame, tears, and bruises

hiding in the bathroom floor

she was convinced she was

broken by her trauma

defined in the thoughts

that haunt her in the night

she played with fire and burned

left to pick up the remains

with a promise to herself

she pushes through the pain

refusing to let her trauma define 

rather redefining it

finding herself through the flame

she knew the she wasn't

broken just bent

molded and designed into

the perfect image of who

she was born to be

she played with fire and burned

a pheonix born of the ashes

she rises and spreads her wings

a fire in her eyes as she soars

she lets her light shine

learning to love herself again

learning her worth

she was finding her peace

she was no longer

Broken...