She met his stare, and feeling completely bare she held her breath.
He gazed inside, and feeling her despair he wondered what was left.
The woman in his eyes was lost somewhere inside of a sodden, tear-soaked mess.

“Where is she?”
From her came an enormous exhalation.
But with that, she somehow managed to answer his every inquisition.
Somewhere along the way, the girl strayed far into a hazardous state.
Her very limbs were torn from her foundation, and holding on to nothing that kept her safe, she gave away and gave away… allowing herself to break.

Another bit crumbled to the ground after each blow.
She was weak to the very core.
But the reason she fell apart?
To be fashioned into a beautiful mosaic.

Every broken piece amidst her crises, every piece was plucked from the earth, polished, and positioned into a greater work of art.
Not once did she expect that her faults would bring about something so beautiful.
Not once could she even fathom that her darkest battles would someday be the brightest, most eye-catching portions of her beautiful life puzzle.

Strange how the pieces, though individually jagged and unappealing, have somehow joined into breathtaking splendor.