broken Girls Window Dance

In a realm where shadows cast their shroud,

There dwelled a broken girl, unbowed.

Her fragile heart held whispers untold,

In a tale of sorrows, she slowly unfold.

Her eyes, once vibrant, now dimmed with pain,

Like stormy skies, clouded and rain.

She carried secrets, burdens unseen,

A spirit trapped in a somber routine.

Amidst the chaos, she sought solace deep,

On a window seat, where dreams could seep.

A portal to realms untouched by despair,

Where hope danced with grace, untangled from snare.

With trembling fingers, she caressed the glass,

Yearning for freedom, a voyage to amass.

Beyond the pane, a world called her name,

A kaleidoscope of colors, ablaze with fame.

But her wings were clipped, bound to the earth,

Invisible chains, a stifling dearth.

Her spirit, once soaring, was now confined,

To a window seat, a prisoner defined.

Yet through the pane, a symphony would play,

Whispering secrets in a melodic display.

Each passing scene, a story untold,

Unraveling mysteries, untangling the cold.

She witnessed lovers' tender embrace,

A sunrise painting the sky with grace.

Children chasing dreams in fields of gold,

And fragile hearts mending, stories yet unfold.

With each passing moment, she'd find escape,

Through the window's portal, her spirit took shape.

She'd soar with birds on the wings of the breeze,

Kissing the heavens, her soul's sweet release.

In her brokenness, she found strength anew,

On that window seat, where dreams came true.

For though her heart bled, scars etched in pain,

Hope bloomed in fragments, an eternal refrain.

Through tears that fell like gentle rain,

She glimpsed a world beyond the window pane.

And as she gazed at horizons untamed,

Her spirit whispered, never to be tamed.

So, remember the broken girl on the window seat,

For in her story, resilience is complete.

In shattered fragments, she found her way,

A testament to the human spirit's ballet.