Her World No More

You left her lying in the field,

sad, afraid, and broken;

you always pointed out her flaws,

but her value was left unspoken.

There was a time you made her walk

behind, in your shadow...

and even then, you put her down

to drop her self-worth low.

Luckily, you didn’t know her

strength or resolution;

you underestimated her

resilient constitution.

She crawled across your fading tracks,

and stood on her own two feet,

then grew and thrived, for even bruised,

her loving heart stayed sweet.

She came across a cave of gray,

where I had crept to hide

and wait until the Grim Reaper

found me asleep inside.

She knew I’d been her first true love,

and saw past all my scars;

her perfect voice woke up my soul,

and warmed my cooling heart.

For she had been my first love too,

back in the days of our youth,

and even though I’d messed it up,

her heart still knew my truth.

So I must give you thanks today,

though friends we’ll never be;

you had her once, but did her wrong,

and now she’s safe with me.

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© 2023 - dustygrein

(based on Christina's World, by Andrew Wyeth)