Scars

Shattered, battered, crushed, destroyed,
Broken on the floor in pieces.
Shining, twinkling- fragments of glass,
Sprayed just enough to near releases.
Maneuvering around with mere instinct,
Each path leads to the next door
Stuck for eternity one boulder at a time,
Harsh, brutal, leaving her ever so sore.

Each boulder tells her to stop.
"Stop fighting and disperse.
There is no place for cowards here.
If you enter, I shall make it your curse."
Crouching, falling back toward the glass
Sharp edges cut deep into her flesh
Leaving scars that remind of her distress
Deep breaths in and out- trying to refresh