Something heavy settles in her chest again

A weight that doesn’t ever go away…

Tightness around her beautiful lips and heart

Tears in her throat that just don’t fall


The pain of the past, growing in front of her eyes

Everyday the half empty glass that is her life

It will never be over or a long forgotten past

No matter how much she fools herself… Alas!


Patches that she stitches to cover the tears

In the fabric of her life… hiding her despair

The fabric is torn and so it will remain…

The tatters telling a story of loss and pain


© 2008 Anamika

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