Choices

by Perina Chitubura

Something inside her spoke,
Her life felt misplaced.
It troubled her layer beneath what eyes can see,
Something just wasn’t right.

Like a quiet stream of clear water through rough stones,
Her tears unceasingly flowed.
It was beyond her understanding,
No book could ever heal,
No time could sweep it away,
A wound deep inside.

She lost the battle before it even began,
A turmoil of emotions raging through years of lost identity,
A relentless feeling of pain, despair and hopelessness,
Not another soul but hers cries because of the choices she made.

She cries because she let herself down.

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