Endless Torment

It started with her.

The chemotherapy was abortive and it didn’t repair the damage to her lungs.

It seemed absurd to waste time analyzing, every word I came across,

when its meaning was quite simple:

A part of me died when she died,

and I didn’t know what to do.

Bedlam appeared to reign in my overcrowded thoughts.

I tried to belie the fact that she was gone by dreaming of her,

every day and every night

nothing but silence...

My mind was interrupted by a cacophony of lies;

It involved a callous attitude that resulted to debilitate me,

inside and out.

As times passed, a new side of me came about,

a young woman who made her formal entrance into society,

a debutante has arised.

As a I build this edifice to levitate my suffering,

I had eclectic philosophies in life.

And the strongest of them all… was to never give up.

To fabricate a new beginning took a gamut of

strength, time, and patience.

As people say, patience is a virtue.

The complications of my past emotions greatly hampered my pain.

And I became a successful woman, an iconoclast perhaps,

who was not afraid of what lied ahead.

However, I became my own worst enemy

and the journey to my salvation became an ignominious failure.

I jeopardized the peace that was brewing inside.

Please, help me find the true path

out of the labyrinth of heartache.

For I am not alone. He is watching me.

He told me to be magnanimous and powerful

when I had reached my nadir.

Faith and hope was restored

as I watched myself obliterate the agony from within.

At last, I was free from my torment.

 

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