Centuries She Lived,

Centuries she lived,

she hid and

lamplight dimmed

in the presence of

shadows she made

Silence stretched over

her feelings

no one ever heard her pleading

Her emotions lacked composure

so she built defenses

dug her trenches

a solitary shoreline

comprised of boulders

catching memories

as though she’s stealing

timelines that couldn’t be

yearning for some slice

of what’s appealing

to shatter glass atop a ceiling

despite orders decreed

fate’s fleeting dealings

left her reeling

contemplating life

and its proceedings

forced to deal

knowing destiny

withholds revealing

There is the world, reality, and me.

I only wish to not drown in this intrepid battle of gaining perspective.

In fleeting moments of beauty

will you think of me?

If there was one image

to come to mind

when my name is murmured in kind

ringing ears

interjecting thoughts

what would it be?

To grieve what I still have

but need yet to let go of,

is one of the most torturous endeavors

I have ever created for myself.

Unable to let go yet it hurts being too close.

I worry for the day

I will speak of you

in the past tense.

And I hate myself

for being too weak

to tolerate you

when I have

the chance to.