As she saw her
tear streaked reflection
in the mirror,
with its dark circles
nestled amongst
swollen eyes,
she began to think
quietly to herself.

       Again

Staring,
her image,
paralyzed
by the
grave awareness
that was silently
being exposed.
her thoughts,
a mere whisper.

                Again

Fading
       away

Melancholy words
suddenly grew strength
rushing
into an emphatic rant,
tears of anger,  
hastily
rolled from her eyes,
scorching her cheeks.

She had been here before,
this was nothing knew.
on the edge of
keeping it together
or losing it all,
familiarity

            Again

The weight of her emotions
dragged her down
onto the floor
remaining motionless
minutes passed,
maybe even hours,
and then she did
what she had wanted
to do for years.

Kneeling,
head resting on the floor,
she began asking
what she had done so wrong
screaming
not knowing
who she was sceaming to,
assuming it was God
if he existed.

    Again

She screamed for all the pain
she had felt,
cried for the losses
that littered her life
hating  herself
for not having
the ability to move on,
making her feel
more
sadness or anger.

She had reached
a point
where she couldn't
distinguish
one from the other.
was she sad
or was she angry?
she hadn't a clue.
together though,
her tears
and her anger
the perfect storm.

              Again

She waited
needing a reply
she begged for Him
to give a reason
for her suffering.

People that knew her,
thought she was
strong and independent.
unaware
this time of year
carried a burden.
a burden
that was eventually
going to
crush or release her.

She
     waited
              alone

listening to the silence.