The Fragile Being

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Shards of glass,
lay unattended,
they prick,
the fragile being;

Not once,
or twice,
but,
everyday;

She stays numb,
not retaliating,
uncomplaining,
breathing it all;

Today however,
is a new day,
she sulks,
she battles;

New beginnings,
new life,
composure,
awaits;

For today on,
she swears to herself,
she shall no more succumb,
to the beatings and lashes,
of her alcoholic husband.

Today’s Prompt: Glass

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