Radiant (a poem)

You can’t say you know her

If you have only used your eyes,

For her radiant beauty is nothing

Compared to what she hides.

 

If you ever get the chance,

Soak into her skin,

But never get too close

To the darkness she holds within.

 

Her spine is cracked and damaged,

Fingers weak and strained,

Blood dripping from the cuts

Soaking the flourished plain.

 

She may looks like a valley,

Complete, beautiful, lush.

But inside she different;

She’s worn down, yet tough.

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