It started with her.
The chemotherapy was abortive and it didn’t repair the damage to her lungs.
It seemed absurd to waste time analyzing, every word I came across,
when its meaning was quite simple:
A part of me died when she died,
and I didn’t know what to do.
Bedlam appeared to reign in my overcrowded thoughts.
I tried to belie the fact that she was gone by dreaming of her,
every day and every night
nothing but silence...
My mind was interrupted by a cacophony of lies;
It involved a callous attitude that resulted to debilitate me,
inside and out.
As times passed, a new side of me came about,
a young woman who made her formal entrance into society,
a debutante has arised.
As a I build this edifice to levitate my suffering,
I had eclectic philosophies in life.
And the strongest of them all… was to never give up.
To fabricate a new beginning took a gamut of
strength, time, and patience.
As people say, patience is a virtue.
The complications of my past emotions greatly hampered my pain.
And I became a successful woman, an iconoclast perhaps,
who was not afraid of what lied ahead.
However, I became my own worst enemy
and the journey to my salvation became an ignominious failure.
I jeopardized the peace that was brewing inside.
Please, help me find the true path
out of the labyrinth of heartache.
For I am not alone. He is watching me.
He told me to be magnanimous and powerful
when I had reached my nadir.
Faith and hope was restored
as I watched myself obliterate the agony from within.
At last, I was free from my torment.