Today's cloudless blue sky hid her pain,
she displayed a sunny disposition but her eyes hid the rain,
Pathetic fallacy is rendered meaningless.
Demeaning stares, but she triumphantly smiles to hide the bleakness,
Not wanting to depict her emotion - a sign of weakness,
A hollow victory nonetheless.
Emotional blackmail kept her at bay,
"Beggars can't be Choosers" is what they used to say,
So she's Waking up to an abyss.
There was a life-scarring storm before an everlasting calm,
Day-dreams brought about thoughts of self-harm,
Sharp words & internal bleeding.
The Sleeping beauty tormented by her dreams,
Nightmares trapped her intermittent screams,
Even Escapism offered her no exit.
Pregnancy was her respite,
A short prelude to the rest biting
Back to emotional agony.
The blessing of a new life,
The metamorphosis from wife to mother,
But the Butterflies colour was temporary.
The first adopted the wrong genes, showing her disdain,
Confused by the betrayal, she struggled to stay sane,
Torn apart to shreds but not one bruise.
She craved the silver lining to her cloud,
surrounded by a crowd but she never felt more alone,
some suffer in silence, some suffer out-loud.
Suffering patiently hoping for an end.
Enough was enough. Too tired to Pretend,
Demeaning stares, but she triumphantly smiles to hide the bleakness,
Not wanting to depict her emotion - a sign of weakness,
A hollow victory nonetheless.
Emotional blackmail kept her at bay,
"Beggars can't be Choosers" is what they used to say,
So she's Waking up to an abyss.
There was a life-scarring storm before an everlasting calm,
Day-dreams brought about thoughts of self-harm,
Sharp words & internal bleeding.
The Sleeping beauty tormented by her dreams,
Nightmares trapped her intermittent screams,
Even Escapism offered her no exit.
Pregnancy was her respite,
A short prelude to the rest biting
Back to emotional agony.
The blessing of a new life,
The metamorphosis from wife to mother,
But the Butterflies colour was temporary.
The first adopted the wrong genes, showing her disdain,
Confused by the betrayal, she struggled to stay sane,
Torn apart to shreds but not one bruise.
She craved the silver lining to her cloud,
surrounded by a crowd but she never felt more alone,
some suffer in silence, some suffer out-loud.
Suffering patiently hoping for an end.
Enough was enough. Too tired to Pretend,
The Naked eye simply saw the body,
"No bruises" - perplexed onlookers pondered.
The Post Mortem never detected her broken soul.
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