She rises from the shards
of a broken heart
to stand amongst the
glittering pieces; bleeding
and tortured by memories.
Eyes as clear as a
flash of lightning
Spirit illuminated with
tears yet unshed.
A proud soul seeks
nourishment from the
white hot pain
of betrayal.
Dreams scattered
at her feet,
In one hand: wisdom
In the other: experience.
She journeys forward alone,
guided by the harmony
of a song that once
beat a rhythmic union
and now is a distant melody...
the mournful cry of the lost.
