Her heart has withered over time;
broken in a crash of dreams,
losing the ability to trust
or repair itself it seems.
She hides behind a lens.
It’s her emotional shield,
viewing life’s intensity
in each diabolical event revealed.
Through the lens of the camera,
colored by her pain,
she captures tender moments
which her mind cannot explain.
And so she hides, protected,
in a celluloid cocoon
becoming a catastrophic casualty
as she sings her lonely tune.
Pictures hanging on a wall,
the beauty there denied.
Life’s colors and emotions stripped;
she’s black and white inside.
Gold trophy winner
Honorable mention
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