The Woman

Time stalls for no man
It marches on leaving victims at its wake
Opportunities lost lie trampled in its grave
While weeds of regret abound
She tries to pull back the hands of time
Her fragile hands grasping desperately
Weak arms straining under the weight
Sweat and tears come rushing down
Emotionless eyes, no trace of hope
She wishes she could take back words uttered in darkness
Deeds done at dusk
Alone and afraid she clings to nothing
Scarred, fragile hands fall helplessly to her side
All is lost
The past cannot be rewritten
What’s uttered cannot be taken back
Now the future looms ahead
Unknown, uncharted
Questions pester her nearly insane mind
Doubts fill the creases of her heart
Yet she takes one tiny step forward
Despite the excruciating pain and immobilizing fear
Another step follows
Tears flowing down
She yearns to look back
She yearns to run back
Her foot fumbles forward
Her future may be unknown
But it can be brighter than her past
Her pace quickens as courage fills her heart
She stands and faces the darkness head on
Her fragile body shaking with despair and hope
She will press on
She must press on