Tatters

Something heavy settles in her chest again A weight that doesn't ever go away… Tightness around her beautiful lips and heart Tears in her throat that just don't fall

The pain of the past, growing in front of her eyes Everyday the half empty glass that is her life It will never be over or a long forgotten past No matter how much she fools herself… Alas!

Patches that she stitches to cover the tears In the fabric of her life… hiding her despair The fabric is torn and so it will remain… The tatters telling a story of loss and pain