The girl with the dark corkscrew hair

Sat alone on a bench by the Ocean.

The foamy waves slapped at her feet

To the beat of perpetual motion.

Her tears ebbed and flowed

Getting lost in the sand,

As she twisted and turned

The thin golden band.

Flowers and promises,

Toasts and well wishes.

Lies and deception,

Passionate kisses.

Years of unhappiness,

Weeks of delight.

Days masquerading,

Sadness at night.

A life spent regretting

Deeds long in the past,

That drag like an anchor,

A dark shadow cast.

I am not broken!

She cried at the sky.

My heart is still beating!

My wings can still fly!

Then the girl with the dark corkscrew hair

Rose from the bench by the Ocean

And dropped the thin band from her hand

With no visible trace of emotion.

She gathered her thoughts

And remains of her pride,

Leaving her grief

For the outgoing tide.

For those who have suffered heartbreak. You are not alone, and you WILL survive!


I promise to write something cheery next time!