What Once Was Poem by Elannia Lake

Wounds heal
But the scars remain
Though they may fade over time
Now old, decrepit
Somber, dejected
With strained, injured grimace
That is a feeble remnant
Of what was once a bright smile

Delicate porcelain
Now cracked and discolored
Set in back, on the shelf
Covered in dust
Only accompanied by yourself
And wistful thoughts of what once was
With a pained expression
That was once a bright smile

Burdened with history
You are a mystery to all
Except you
All they see is aged glass
Not the porcelain piece, you used to be
They see a dull, dismal expression
And only you
Know it was once a bright smile