By By Chloe Boyd ’23
shattered glass
a scattered past
iron sheets
falling sleet
shards of pain
scared of your name
full of thoughts
wild mind distraught
frantic to norm
calm in the eye of the storm
when she stopped from living a lie
she reflected on her life going by
most times alone
she’s someone you don’t know
soft and lovely flute
she speaks though she’s mute
lonely nights writing by candle
she’s been through things that you can’t handle
her feelings run dry
she’s conserved and shy
she lets it all out the only way she knows how
and when she’s done, she takes a grand bow
gray turned vibrant
with no way to hide it
the hue shines through
reflecting back on you
color fills her eye
this girl, she is I
