Wednesday, October 19, 2016


she shut her eyes, squeezing them, and the tears came tumbling out.

she drove home, her mascara running down her cheeks.

the dark streets were empty, she was the only one out that late.


she walked in the small bedroom, and turned on the light, getting ready for slumber that she knew was non-existent. it was quiet and she was tired, she pulled the covers over her frail body, but sleep wasn't all that was on her mind, as she stared at the ceiling.

the sun was rising and the truth was, that she hadn't slept one minute. but her day was waiting, and she needed to practice her forged smile, once again.

she grabbed the wrinkled, long sweater and draped it over her shoulder, knowing that today was going to be hard, and her act wasn't going to last.  But she couldn't show the weakness and sorrow that was really in her heart.

if only there was hope for her, someone who could hold her hand, but she would have to let go to hold on, and she was too weak for that.

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