PEACE

She buried her face deep in her hands.

her fingers were swollen, swollen was her lip.

she fluttered her eyelids, gazed at the sands.

her neck was stiff, fire burned at the tip.

she wished she could cry, but her eyes went dry.

she wished she could fly, had lost the power to try.

she moved a bit, no, only her legs did.

it pained, it hurt. still her lips were zipped.

what could she say? words just weren't enough.

mirage was it, what she considered love.

she pressed her cheek against the big oak tree.

gawped at her wounds, stared at her bruises.

she wanted to whimper, growl, shout and shriek.

her mind blared, "you do whatever he chooses"

and she suppressed her desire. but again it ached.

it hurt when she touched it, it hurt even when she didn't.

it still bled profusely, but a smile was what she faked.

she knew it meant nothing, her soul now bore a blue tint.

she lifted her eye, admired the sky and began to cry.

she wanted but still did not want to die.

her mind was running now, but she was numb.

she thought of that night, thought of him.

she couldn't help but realise that she was dumb.

the little candle of hope had now went dim.

she thought. she introspected. she pondered.

looked again at the sky, the moon was yonder.

she subsided to empty, soon she got filled up.

again empty...full again...

empty...

full...

empty...

yes, now she was blank, white as a coffee cup.

with efforts she got up, brushed the sand off.

ran with all her might and now came the sea.

waves kissed her, lashed against the empty shore.

she finally merged with the blue, couldn't bear any more.

and so the young lady met the Golden Geese.

for me it was the crescendo, for her it was peace.