Her Inherent Sorrow
She strains her eyes out the window…
She despises the sight… so bright, so lively,
and so blissful…
She despises the fact that the world cannot
perceive her grief.
That she suffers in silence, only herself wary
of her inherent sorrow.
To the world, she smiles; she laughs and appears
customary,
Yet she crumbles within, as no one can ever
comprehend what she goes through…
She pulls down the curtain, obscuring the gaily
light.
Tears sting at her eyes, yet she forces herself
to be strong, she fights them back.
She keeps on asking herself, what she has done,
That the kindly Almighty, is punishing her in
this unkindly manner?
What harm had she brought? What is the reason
behind her angst?
The answer, though, she never gets.
Her mind wanders back… to the precedent…
She cannot evoke what went wrong.
She cannot recall what she did, to have lost
such a precious person in her life.
She only remembers~ how he left her, all alone,
abandoned, forgotten.
Surely, she must have done something wrong, somewhere,
sometime, in her life,
To be bestowed upon with such a penalty…
No matter how much she tries, she cannot put a
finger on exactly what.
She brushes back a strand of hair.
Those memories, she feels them ebbing away…
She tires to hold on, but they go farther apart,
from the tips of her fingers…
How she longs for time to wind back itself,
How she longs that she could mend everything
again,
How she longs that… he could see what he has
done to her…
Isn't she suffering enough to be forgiven? Is he
so heartless?
She doesn't want anything else, just another
chance to prove herself.
As much as she consoles herself, deep down, she
knows,
She lost him for good.
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