The gentle breeze caresses her face,
But no comfort cushions this fall from grace,
Warm comfort that has turned to embers of despair,
Vanished is her love, happiness and care,
A blemish that has turned into a scar,
True happiness is but a distant memory, a memory afar,
The breeze rustles the leaves the speak of a suffering that no eye sees,
The flowers hear the muted pleas,
A storm has ripped Eden apart,
Where does a soul turn to, without a heart,
Limp, lost, blind and destitute of emotion,
The only source of inspiration and comfort, exists in desertion,
The leaves tremble in the light of day,
She quivers when light is at bay,
The darkness brings solitude that reflects her future,
The chill of the night reminds her of past torture,
Tears trickle down the familiar cheeks,
Leaving invisibly permanent streaks,
The pain that sears from tip till depth,
Of staring straight into the destruction of death,
And realizing He's stolen your past, broken your present and buried your future,
What happened to the perfect portrait, that everlasting picture,
Its ripped beyond repair,
Darkness embraces her with perfect cold destruction, mocking her anguished prayer,
Hands that clapped her back have imprinted her skin,
Discarded by friends and family akin,
Whispers of the devil urge her to ease her pain,
'Your heart broken, existense forsaken, hopes slain'
What more could life offer you but more lavish disappointments and richness in dejection,
So much anxiety, so much desolation, so much rejection,
Could he perhaps be right, she wondered,
Her mind drifted,
Fate tempting her soul with reunions that spoke of hope and love she so desperately sought,
Sanity and conscience fought,
But beckoned in behind the veil of darkness was a glimmer of love and compassion,
In her moment of desperation,
She reached out for the familiar warm embrace that had unflinchingly secured her for years,
She wanted to touch the hand that had valiantly wiped her fears,
The face that had spelled love through every glimpse and glance,
Memories of joy flooded her heart, laughter, music, dance,
All that they had shared together,
Her love eternal, her memories forever,
Her face wet and salty she lowered her arm,
How could she kill the hope that had filled that heart, how could she cause it harm,
Her heart yearned to be comforted by that familiarity,
But her mind told her, she had obligations, a family,
Her skin burned to feel the warmth that had given strength,
To look into eyes that spoke of love in unmeasurable depth and length,
Bleak as everything seemed, she had to hold on for the single hope that her love had perished for,
She was not blessed yet to walk through that door,
Her heart, skin, eyes and soul may yearn for love,
But she knew that if he was watching from above,
He would live her pain, he would feel every morsel of anguish, he would sense every laceration,
No, she couldn't, her desires cannot match her devotion,
She had built a future with him in her heart,
And even if fate has ripped her apart,
He will exist within her,
He will remain near,
He will fill her lungs, run through her veins and beat with her heart,
He was her start,
And even death will not do them part.
I didn't have the strength all this time to write. I still can't say more than what's written above as I've pretty much obliterated all the emotional will I had left. So the proper written aspect will have to wait I suppose.
Nonetheless, I will always have the strength to say, I love you papa. Deeply, truly and endlessly.
