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| 2010 |
In times of
despair,
The feelings she
wished to have shared-
With the one that understood, as authentically as he ever could;
It was all she ever
wanted.
And she'd be so incandescent,
at the brilliant description of lonely nights
Given by people who
loathed it, but who are too afraid to admit.
But this lonesome
woman still cries, no matter how bright the moon shines.
No matter how
satisfying being alone felt,
The love the other
woman received from their loved "one",
Repressed all love
she has ever received from her loved ones.
Now there isn't a
dearth of love in her life, and neither of importance.
But still, why does
she feel unloved? And unwanted?
And why is that she
stands alone, not one name to call her own.
Not one love to be
proud of, not one love to boast.
And how has this
managed to relegate her to her worst?
She is certainly Cinderella
in reverse, but then she hasn't ever been mistreated.
Surely, these
twisted set of questions intermittently seduce her into its chimera.
In them she finds -
a hand to hold, eyes to search.
She finds a voice,
a name - and the universe of unreality which they have to offer.
She obtains nothing
more and nothing less; and nothing as satisfying as the reality.
So, frustratingly
and curiously, at the far end of the rainbow, she flounders with the questions,
That only he could
answer.
But before the end,
she meets him in the middle.
He says - You're
the best I've ever known, you've been brought to me so that I can call you my
own.
She cries.
But at the end, he
isn't there, so she slumps to the floor,
And persists to
cry.
