In my arms she rest; her short soft breath fleeting away as her tears of glass shards pierce my flesh  "Rest, my love" I say motherly Her glassy eyes, hands like petals Soft and sweet was once her innocents How horridly it was stripped naked and beaten by the figure of guidance, love, lightA man she had learned to love loved to learn new ways to torment her tranquil mindI know not of the pain she is going throughThe years of pain, I could not fathom I only know that the delicacy and beauty of a glass flower rest in my arms "I must be strong, I must grow as she dwindles down for now I am her guidance, her shelter, her soilAnd she is a glass flower As the tears subside, the darkness dissipates I find new light of care, vulnerability, and love within myself and gleaming onto my beautiful glass flower