Illusion

Seen from afar

her golden strength

almost unbearable.

No wrong can she do.

No task she cannot complete.

Trying to right the wrongs of the world

striving to hide her weaknesses.

Never realizing 

what that anger 

that pain

ignored would do.

Crumpled in a ball on the floor

tears ceaselessly fall.

No one to comfort her.

No one to hold her tight

assuring her

it will be alright.

Instead

they turn away

perturbed by the sight.

Try as she might

the mask she wears 

crumbles all at once.

Pain so exquisite

it pierces her heart

her soul.

Trembling

alone

cracked image in the mirror.

This is a woman imploding.

One who can no longer play the game.

Lying on the floor

all cares

all worries gone.

Crimson river flowing.

The pain felt slowly

sweetly

fading away

until she is numb.

Death is not an option.

No succor for the damned.

He appears.

Promises all shall be well

then drags her down

to the depths of hell.

©July 17/19

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