The Portrait

 

 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.

 

Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin

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