She waited beside her phone,
Visited by no one,
And she cried uncontrollably
and felt like no presence on earth truly cared for her,
A tomb, invoking an ancient ritual.
Her best friend asked her to release her worries,
not because of her own doubt,
but because of her friendship,
unselfish love that she could easily share with her
without asking for returns.
Once, full with hopes,
She had set goals for life,
cheerful, of course charming,
And positive that everyone wanted to be with her.
What went wrong?
All because of:
high stress lifestyle,
jobs, family life, bills,
uncooperative spouse,
being a mother?
She didn’t know.
Perhaps no one knows.
Is it true we should search for new lovers, she thought?
Do I need to copy this same feeling
As prior beings who spurned me,
And would it make me happier as a result?
Would it remove all sadness out of life?
She prayed for long term love,
commitment to support her life to the end,
Hoped for it long and hard
But it was gone, and disappeared easily.
How so? And why?
She admitted to having several nightmares recently.
In one, she searched for her son,
But she could not find him anywhere.
She called his name,
No response.
Nowhere in sight.
The stress grows and grows
With no end in sight.
Gaining her senses,
She hopes and prays for an exit
Though I know if she lets it open for her,
She cannot be the one to turn the key.
If I could,
I would tell her that she'd be able to
if the tries weren’t enough to claim
Ownership of a positive direction.
Thinking clearly, she sleeps
And during her sleep,
She searches for the best path.
And she strengthens her resolve,
She doesn't give in to feelings
of reasonable decline.
In time she will declare
That it’s alright,
She forgives you tonight.
She forgives you tonight.
Find space, sit down and rest.
If you're strong enough, you can make it through,
you will stumble and burnout and crash on the floor
But some amount of hope still lies
At the center of the seashell’s smallest door.
Illuminated by the glow of sunlight
Dancing at twilight's edge.
