Stranded

The sun beamed down on her.

The warmth calmed her.

She hadn't felt this good in years it seemed. 

       She felt fine,

               But Lord knows she isn't.

She had been in this state for only a couple weeks.

Had it not been for the markings in the stone that lay before her,

        she would have thought otherwise.

She was isolated.

         By not only her physical situation,

                     but by that of her own mindset.

She had broken a rib in the wreck,

          but the pain couldn't compare to the pain of losing

Him.

Throughout her weeks stranded here,

Her mind thought only of him.

Her current problems seemed miniscule

        when compared to what had happened when he left.

She didn't know how she could go on without him

.

.

.

For this reason

                                                                                    She didn't.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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