The scoffs and jeers jar her being
as she shifts uneasily in her leather chair
sinking lower to become invisible
yet not invincible
Her strength dissolves
at the sound of their scorn
a trumpet that blows prophetically
making the walls of her resolve crumble
As she braces herself to salvage what remains
she hears the distant drummer's loud beat
grow fainter
he had passed by years before
urging her to follow her bliss
yet she feared, balked and flouted
till he turned away revealing
her future in the dust of his trail
Ambushed in this cement prison
she surrenders to a
cacophony of shrills
orchestrating her demise.
not even the swallow's buoyant song
outside her window can help
its melody too frail a thread
to bind her sorrows.
It's amazing and reassuring to know that the bitterest memory can be transformed into a beautiful piece of art when you apply your words on it.
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