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Mary

 

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. 

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