Her Heart Is A House Of Relics

Her heart is a house of relics
A museum of priceless pieces
The vastness is arresting
In rooms of the longings of an
Innocent girl
In exhibits of the endless compassion
of a tireless advocate
In darkened corridors of shame
Helplessness
Fear
In rooms of boundless joy
the beauty of moments shared
and peaceful private triumph

At the center
A pool
Nearly empty
Flora and fauna
The pool's waters
Clear
The pool of her tears

In that pool of unshed tears
lie the hopes of all who enter