Broken, shattered, a life in tatters
She gasps for each new breath
Every memory viciously attacks her
Dancing the dance of death
Her days are filled with sorrow
Drowning in a widow’s tears
Praying for no tomorrows
Or more minutes, hours, days, or years
No more smiles, hugs, and kisses from her lover
Alone, she shuffles, room to room
Praying that she can discover
A path leading to her own tomb
She’s yet to grasp the gifts of grief
That a still beating heart has direction
Leading to spiritual relief
Letting go of her retrospection
A new day dawns, hope replaces sorrow
Her mirror occasionally reflects a smile
Schemes are made for her new tomorrow
Life again becomes worthwhile