Her life was empty
With no one to love
years of misuse, bruised her heart.
In the mist that scarred her mind
An emptiness laid inside.
The outer mask of worthlessness
Revealed itself in her damaged portrait.
But soft brown eyes captured her pride
and with a gentle touch, kindness
became the healing balm
that smooth away the hollowness.
Love peeled away the mask
that revealed a portrait
of her heart
that's a lovely work of art.