Fractured Spirit

When she smiles
the beam doesn’t reach her eyes.
She securely hides her fractured spirit
to ease the discomfort
she feels deep in her heart.
Something is wrong.
Something is missing.

Emptiness stitches the embroidered scars
of her punctured wounds.
She is a closed shell,
shunning anyone who gets in her social bubble.
A prisoner in her own right,
dying to be free
yet tortured by her own shadow of a doubt.