she sits alone and wonders why? why does she hurt? why does she cry?
emotions deep within her soul well up into her mind, a longing for answers a longing for peace is what her spirit tries to find.
she sits and ponders days gone by, of past heartbreaks and times of despair.
she runs her nails down her arms tearing at the flesh feeling no pain but the pain inside, she stares into the abyss, it stares back not knowing her pain it knows nothing of the love she's missed.
it sucks her emotions bleeding her dry, she has run out of tears to cry.
it gives nothing back, she feels no relief, all she feels is her soul's deep grief
she longs for a moment of welcome release, she longs to feel love, she longs to set her soul free to hope once more and to love.
a minute goes by she sits frozen not moving an inch, not a tremor not one tiny flinch.
she raises her head, on her face is an expression of deep comprehension.
she stands up straight and faces the clouds above and unleashes a banshee-like cry, pouring her emotion not into the abyss but into the sky.
she feels free, she has found her relief she has found the one thought that lessens her grief.
in her mind was a dove, released from the bounds of her pain it flys on the currents of hope, it heads straight for the dark and cold of the abyss like it's being drawn by a mental rope, it dives into the abyss and floods it with hope.
the darkness implodes in an icy supernova leaving nothing but a spark of light.
the light shines in her eye from that day forth, a light of hope, of dreams and of joy, never to be extinguished again by the icy nothingness of the abyss, never to be doused by thought of chances missed, only to be fueled by the happiness the future holds