Badlands

Hers was a raw beauty. Embellished only by her scars.
Her skin painted by earth's pallet, blushed by naked exposure.
Her soul an unsolvable mystery, changing its story with each passing storm.
Up close she appears fragile and broken. From a distance rugged and strong.
Her truth’s only spoken in the language of her heart, only heard through still silence.
Her secrets never volunteered, rather coaxed with a gentle patient hand.
Her song is one of endurance, self preservation, eternal strength. Twisting the music to play the rhythm of her mood.
Hers is selfless nurturing to all who call her home. Providing life from the shrapnel of her womb.