Holy Spirit, Gift of God

She's broken

She's broken.
Doesn't move.
It hurts too much.
Confusion is nothing new to her.
It's been too long.
But she still remembers.
Everything.
She tries.
But she sees no point.

She thinks he still cares.
But she knows she's wrong.
She gains hope.
Constantly.
But it's all false.
She's come to truth.
But it still hurts.

Darkness has turned to grey.
Watching through windows.
She's wondering if he's okay.
Soft music is all her heart can say.
She's floating down a river.
And marvles at the stars.
Feels her heart over-flow.

There's a place.
Staying up all night.
But now.
She's on her own.
Watching the sun set.
To the stars.
Wondering.
Praying.
Crying.
Reminiscing.

Wispering.
If I could find you now.
Things would get better.
Talking to the stars.
Her home.
Her only comfort.
Her awe.

She's his fool.
She gave her all.
But was abused.
Touched softly.
Then stop.

She asks why it is this way.
That's ever her only question.
Why?
Why can't I move.
Why can't I feel.
Why can't I be honest.
Why am I ignored.
Why is my life like this.
Why?

She just wants someone.
Like him.
But knows no-one.
Will ever match.
She couldn't sleep.
Thoughts of them together.
Her life is so much harder.
She wishes on stars.
For him to change.

She can't deny her feelings.
She can't hide them.
So she hides herself.
She still looks to him.
In all she does.
It's been years.
But she knows.
It's still true.

All the photos.
All the videos.
All the songs.
All the poems.
All their memories.
Destroyed.
By one man.

All her life.
Destroyed by one man.

posted by MissHarwood @ 20:52