As this year slows down to die.
End of the passing year.
She sits and thinks.
It falters and fades.
Becomes but a misty memory.
Will it be forgotten.
That she truly doubts.

Last year smashed her head in.
With a hammer of words
A year in love, which kept her so keen.
Was left as wreckage by one who was mean.

He was not mean.
Understood words but chose to ignore.
Sensibility screamed at her to give up.
While emotions yelled back not a chance.
We whisper words of nothing much.
Stars on a superficial chat show.
The girl and boy they must let go!
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But,
There are pluses in place.
At the end of a year filled with disgrace and sorrow.
Made friends with her children after causing distress.
Maybe between them a brand new tomorrow.
She still goes to work.
In a world she don't like.
There's got to be more in this world.
This place where she's stranded.
Fed with waiting for things to occur.
Need to find without seeking.
Her own gold and myrrh.

By ladylivvi1

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