she’s one of those
worn out, burned out
she looks her age
and then some

and no can tell her
what to do

she’s one of those
that wears her scars
instead of her heart
on her sleeve

she’s lived too much
worked too hard
loved too much
loved the wrong ones
and gone too far
and all she has to show for it
is the weathered look
on her face

but oh, she is a woman
she’s been abused
worked over
built up
and torn down again

she’s stood in the eye
of a hurricane of life
and survived

and behind those tired eyes
lies a heart of gold
and stories upon stories


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