Seashells

She was a broken seashell that glistened on the sand. She wasn't whole but maybe, just maybe that made her even more beautiful.

She was in every way imperfect, still, she made imperfection seem immensely gorgeous.

At first glance one would say she's only just above average, however once you start to take it all in, you realise that everything she's made of slowly starts building the angel standing in front of you.

Her face with freckled cheeks and a dimpled chin,her hair that fell as it only just grazes her shoulders.

Her eyes, to an inattentive person, were a regular shade of hazel, yet in all veracity they were much more.

Her eyes were her shields that masked her emotions from the world, holding all her secrets in an abyss of ever changing hues. If there were a word that claimed a higher throne to 'perfect', she would be the definition.

And nevertheless she was a broken seashell gleaming on the rich sand floor; someone or something in this bitter world had shattered her and even then she held every piece of herself in place, not willing to give into the demons trying to take her hope away. 

//s.a.m//