FRUIT

(escapril day 16- bearing fruit)

She held up grey, bruised palms
Empty.
Wrapped in shame,
Deep heaviness behind her eyes,
Circles under eyes
Like shadow moons
She stares at her hands often
Covered in dirt,
She half expects a flower to sprout from them one day
Half hopes
Half dreams
Glass half full or empty?
How can anyone be sure?
It's empty to her
Especially when all she can bear
Is nothing