Mon, Aug 10, 2015

Standing on her deck she looks across the mountains to the sea. She wonders if the pain will ever leave.

Sorrow leaves her battered torn and worn. They do not see the scars that she has born. A monument of grief shall not stand as life moves on quicker than she'd planned.

Hatred scorn and bitterness are thrown. Leaving her to grieve between the slings and arrows. She cries in pain the silence of the night her only friend.

Dressed in lavender and lace. She bears her agony with dignity and grace.