“This Woman”

Clear. As clear as a mind could be. As softly as a heart could beat. As quietly as she would breath.

Alone. As intently as she would stare. Her life and soul openly bare. Wasting love without so much as a care.

Broken. As beautiful as any living thing. So much joy to life she would bring. Bound by limitations her ring.

Lonely. Dancing on Christmas Eve bold. Red wine glasses out in the cold. Soft hands with no one to hold.

Tempted. A stare through the company crowd. Needing to scream it aloud. No feelings to feel or allowed.

Submission. She gives you all you can take. A heart already broken cannot break. What of this woman would someone make.