Gifted from birth, abandonment
conceptually and in actuality
bestowed at once a curse which lasts infinitely.
With it she has learned to cope, to even grow
for that life without it she can never know.
The language of loss her native tongue
she'll push the world away and cry that it's gone.
The question being, is it really her fault?
As she implodes on the aftermath
of karmic justice served cold
she catatonically awaits some kind of change
subconsciously taking comfort in the usual pain,
yet this time she won't be running away
to set up shelter in another's healthy home
only in due time to set the place ablaze.
No, that was never what she wanted,
not the first time, especially now.
She wants a solid and forever place to go,
for once to know of that place called home,
a place of her own.
No defence for dishonor,
not seeking dismissal for discretions
maybe misery is her home, as she withers into truth.