A quiet storm reigns
bubbling under her ice skin,
no cracks administered
years she formulated her frame
to toughen any weaknesses exposed,
sometimes creases threatened delicate fractures…
though she plastered those under heavily applied make-up,
a decorative mask hiding evident fault-lines
(her biological inheritance);
her scarred, tormented past.
Rarely she broke down to let torn veins show,
her composure her saviour in every tsunami exposed.
not letting slip her despair;
an ice-maiden on the surface,
a warm siren smile to distill;
her heart a tropical storm,
sailing mysterious seas not known.
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