She’ll cry until tomorrow,
Though her sorrow seems like forever.
Silently, she prayed for a miracle
and looked above the gloomy sky.
And then, she made a promise:
Toe to toe,
She’ll confront the demons of her past.
Piece by piece,
She will mend her shattered heart.
Hour per hour,
She will conjure all her scattered memories.
Until her last breath.
~dapithapon / 12.27.2014