Mary
It wasn’t just him
it was all the ones before that too
that turned her heart into
a graveyard of broken endings
Now she keeps talking to the walls
as if they knew the truth
the truth is she hates this state of solitude
but acts as if she’s fine with it all
“Maybe what I’m looking for
is not to be found”, she says
and afraid of being hurt even more
she locks her heart away into a safe
She throws the key into the sea
and watches as the smooth surface devours the molded metal
and waits until the last bubble
vanishes, and with it her fear
Or so she hopes
but the all-encompassing force of love
knows no broken, hidden heart
it only gets worse, the more you oppose it
Until another selfish snake
tries to wriggle itself around her delicate spine
brings her dangerously close to loosing her mind
until she decides that her trust is no longer theirs to take and break
So she cuts off the snakes head
and removes the cunning body
so she puts an end to the reign of misery
and leaves without turning her back
And then you came back onto the stage
and maybe you were the answer to all her questions
when she gave up hoping for resurrection
but maybe you’re just a cruel joke of fate, arriving too late
Yet in the end while there was beauty in her pain
there was beauty in her life
and even though her sufferings faded over time
her story will forever remain
one of endless faith
in herself.
-Maria
Maria was listening to the sounds of dancing leaves in the late October sun while writing this poem.