A painting with scratches etched into the canvas is still a painting.
A mirror with shards smashed into the glass is still a mirror.
A flower with thorns ripped into the stem is still a flower.
A woman with sorrow woven into her being is still a woman.@agirlwhothinkstoomuch
Review: A beautiful, short, and sweet poem. Every stanza has a ring of truth around it that we all can relate to. Lovely job. Keep on writing.❤