She seldom smiles , yet she never sheds a single tear . No , her

personal climate lies somewhere between a tropical rain forest of

forbidden lust and an arctic tundra of bitter/ sweet memories . Memories

she would just as soon forgot, that is if forgetting were an option.

But she knows damned well its not an option rather a curse never to be

suspended , there is no expiration date on this kind of pain. Soul deep

is this black hole of despair that no one but she will ever know

She keeps them at bay, those tired insignificant ones . Boys posing as

men , men pretending to be prophets , prophets living as gods. She sees

them all for what they are , actors in a mundane play in which

script is stuck on repeat.

Her dark hair falls over her narrow

shoulders tragically, like a scene from a movie she’s seen a million

times yet she continues watching hoping this time the ending will

change . This time the song will end on a high note . Her eyes like

coals, dryer than any desert and burning with desire , A desire to

overcome , to transcend all she has ever known and replace it with a

new excitement .
Her heart ,though drab is full of hope , hope of a

new day. A new day , much brighter than days of old , warmer than any

sun and longer than any season. Only one promise she has ever made to

herself , that is to hold onto love if she ever finds it. For love is

her true strength and her sole reason to continue