THE ROAD TAKEN

 

Luggage in one hand

Handkerchief in the other

She found herself waiting

For the next train – lost –

In a distant station

Disheveled ebony hair

A bloody shirt-untucked-

And a scarred face

Her state plainly passive

Forced into a relationship

A cold-hearted

Portly miscreant

Sucked of her youth nectar

And exotic essence

Exploiting her intrigue

Tranquility …

Soul feverishness

She never found a chance

To speak

Because of her tepidness

- his indifference -?

An arduous life

She couldn’t bear anymore

Three years of subjugation

With a secluded presence

To scorn

Her soul was put into usurpation

And destiny showed her no clemency

At all…

Her torn heart

Shattered apart

Couldn’t mend again

As two times she got pregnant

Two times…

She underwent abortion

Never of her own free will

The forthcoming train whistles

Ecstatic comfort…

As she stepped into

Questions of tomorrow

And the never ending sorrow

Driving her skeptic

Where would she go?

What would she do next?

Nevertheless, the train took off

With swiftness

As her memories

Memories of an overdue life

Flashed right before her eyes

It was the first time

She said no to suffering

The first time

To take a permanent decision

Of her own, very personal volition…