She laughed as though amused, that for a while she cried for “a breather”, but we couldn’t understand.
Drowning in a sea of helplessness, beyond the shores of hope,
She undoubtedly clothed these pains with layers of frail smiles.
Undoubtedly stared into the abyss in search of bliss, and so has been pushed to the limit.
She took a final glance at the wheel that forged her pain, and smiled,
But this time, a smile so genuine, so soul piercing, that one could read the entirety of her life’s tale from it.
A life so young, clipped with a blade so sharp.
Her search is over, for the long awaited breather.
Emmalase
Emmalase