Barbara Bonaparte - Her Long Poem

Photo: D.R. Wagner

Barbara too ignored the prompt for this long form, not a good idea. but she did come up with a good story. D.R. Wagner

Short Story

As the sky turned dark,

I say my goodbyes,

Not knowing where to go,

as the tears roll down my eyes

What had just happened

To my beautiful happy world?

It was all broken, gone

I'm now just a lonely girl

I shut my eyes, and I listen.

Deep tones fill my soul,

the shallow tones, touch my heart.

the story unfolds.

And I remember

It's a constant struggle, a battle.

One which I'm prepared to lose,

I'd rather know love.

Cause Without love, I'd have no muse,

I'll have no inspiration,

my music empty,

Trapped in a heartless word,

the essence of misery.

The last tear falls,

And I stop, thinking

I shake my head,

All those good times, reminiscing

How he divulged his every emotion,

which he is not well acquaint.

Aware of all the dangers,

seemingly unafraid of the pain,

Our first dates end,

his lips pressed against mine,

The softest kiss, from the softest lips,

we stood still, frozen in time.

Now I am back at square one

Where do I go from here?

My heart is no longer mine.

I am empty.

The reconstruction of her

Begins with a broken, lost, heart.

So she waits

And waits

Starting over

A slow process

But she's getting there

Not really

Friends

Friends

Friends

Friends

Friends

Friends

Friends

Friends

She's getting there

With friends

She's finally getting there

Not Really

She's easily reminded

With a switch of light

With a glimpse of an eye

With a drop of pen

She knows it begins within

So she stops depending

On friends

And on men

She takes time to herself

She looks in the mirror

For the first time

In a long time

Not impressed with what she sees

She falls to the floor with bruised knees

Disgusted and Numb

She's getting there