In the infinitesimal glow of her eyes
she waited—
uncomplaining and hopeful
that one day someone would look behind
her smile,
see the beauty in imperfection
in a jar of scars and wounds
that even when she’s unraveling
one would still choose to

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

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In response to dVerse’s Quadrille – 14: Jar

Tending the bar today is Bjorn with his poems, Why Leave the TV On? and Pickled Summer. The challenge is to write a poem in exactly 44 words (excluding title) where at least one of the words has to be “jar”.

Head over here to join the fun: