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The Stone Hearted Lass
Everyone called her what they perceived her as
They called her the “Stone Hearted Lass”
But no one felt the hollow where her heart should belong
Nor anyone heard her anguish- a silent woeful song.
Vulnerable to the cruelties of the world as a new born kitten
Forever shy she’d become though only once bitten
A single betrayal by a close friend was all it had taken
All her confidence, trust, faith- everything had shaken.
A recluse- that was what she has become
She could be without her fear only with some
The stone is not in her heart but in your eyes
And it blinds you into making judgments so unwise!
-Marisha
1998-2003