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 ...