MOSAIC

She possessed a

doubtful overture

of laughter

like an inner shadow

shielding pain

 

when speaking with passion

she covered her heart

as if preventing it

from being captured

by worldly pursuers

 

she rarely spoke of

holy things,

only then,

a half smile

 

when bored

she gazed about

slipping away

with a faint “amen”

 

she was a troubled

mosaic,

desperately attempting

to fit in

 

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