They see my fragile beauty
They see my fragile beauty,
they see you support me,
caress me,
hold me.
And they smile.
They don’t see my coloured tears,
only colour.
Nor the strength in my skin.
I see the breeze,
upon which I will fly.
Soon breeze,
soon.
© Kelly Marsh
Response to our Inspiration Call on August 1st, 2016
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