She is quiet, reserved.She has hidden herself.
She opened her heart to you,
And you slammed her proposal in her face.
She immediately withdrew.
She, over the weeks,
Felt more and more worthless;
Like sand slipping through her fingers;
her fate felt like it belonged to someone else,
Someone else much
bigger.
But as she looked out to that much bigger else;
It comforted her not...
The vastness
concerned her-
All she wanted
was to find her place,
Find her little place.
The possibility of her
landing on her feet
now appeared terribly slim,
which seemed so ironic
as she faced the vastness that seemed to offer endless opportunity.
With not a friend in sight nor an ounce of hope left (like she once did have...that once kept her dreaming)...
Crying she said,
Have
mercy
on
me,
I
have
surely
shown
you
my
love?
Is
there
not
more
to
this
story
than
the
present
hum-drum?
~Janmaree
