A shattered woman is the woman who realizes that the man who once loved her more than life itself has decided to dwindle in other hobbies. The man who no longer has a fire burning inside of him for her but has now decided that love is something conditional, faint, passing… Being blown out by the wind. A man who has forgotten the fire within her or maybe he just tamed it; seeking a woman who would never rebel but stay and find new ways to create an image of what she was before. A shattered woman is the woman who realizes that she is nothing more than a companion. Someone to tend to the children, the house, the chores, the dog… Someone who no longer has freedom to jump into her old jeep and go where the wind takes her and her appendages. A shattered woman is the woman who sees the beauty in her daughter’s eyes even though she can’t see it in herself. A shattered woman is one full of metaphorical [real] bruises, scars, and constantly relapses to dark times where her mind can engulf her entirely. A shattered woman is the one who has forgotten to dream & left everything she once aspired for behind.. Who has forgotten to thrive in her own environment. The woman who no longer knows who she is…