Leaves fell
          p
            er
              p
                e­
                  tu
                    al
                    ­  ly
                               as we
didn't,
BuT I (your ardent lo>er)
Choose to smite
                         the indigenous winds and
                         forests' unpledged palates with
: A Stony Subjection:

The altar was a blurred vision
She wept
With every step
The room was bare
No one was there
Alone she walked slowly to the front
Where she invisioned her fiancé
The one she would vow her heart to
There was dust on the stairs as she stepped up
Bowing her head her vail was in place
She shook with pain
Her fiancé at war had been slain
She fell to her knees , shattered like glass thrown to the ground
The room spun around
Her world was crashing down
Her belly full with child
She was alone
No mother to guide her steady
No father to help her ready
Not a brother not a sister
Only faded memories of a family that was never hers
Only a gust of her unpledged husbands remains
She remembers how she had begged him to stay
And he only laughed telling her he would be okay
She wanted to scream
She wanted to cry
But she wouldn't die
For the child's sake

My world is different, my world is foreign,
  your words do then remind

My vision captive, my soul unpledged,
  the music solely mine

Never lonely, but then alone,
  my solitude you fear

As strangers swarm around your doubt,
 —whose falsehoods you endear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)