The elegantly stained glass

Of the window to her soul

Was the most fitting disguise

For her countless stories untold

When the light did shine through 

The reflection was such a beauty

That guarding the very sanctity

Of it’s contents was her main duty

There were precious things 

Which were stored inside

That she had once shared

But was now compelled to hide

Learning how easy it becomes 

From being more protective 

Against those pairing through

Any penetrable area detected

Nothing mattered much more

In times of self preservation 

Than the ultimate security 

For various degrees of emotions 

She was already accustomed 

To what extremes to suppress 

Juxtaposed against the hinges 

Swinging on her happiness 
Ria 2017