Sonnet of Ordeals


Placed into the hands of this adolescent girl,
A tale of sorrow and torment,
And unto my hands has been passed.

At one time, it was hard to appreciate,
The beauty of her spawn,
While no one will ever know again.

Until she loses trust,
Loses conviction in our bond,
Until I die.

Her secret stays part of me.

Beautiful Girl, awake and sound,
Falls content and at ease,
With her perpetual emotion.

Mutual love in the “perfect” sense,
With the “perfect” someone,
In the “perfect” condition.

She trusts him and only him,
Passion secretes from the both of them,
She trusts him enough, she thinks.

A bond between the two,
Strengthened by her fateful night,
Determined by that fateful flight.

The two lie beside each other,
She hopes to hold this forever,
To lie in ashes with her somebody.

Passively, Dawn emerges,
Tomorrow has come after all,
Despite her doubtful euphoria.

Gliding home, she can feel,
Feel inside herself,
Doubt and Hope.

A month can end so quickly.

Thirty mornings have passed,
Watching her feel alive,
He’s watching her feel alive.

Spoken through a dream,
Another approaches their liaison,
Gray stains on a matrimony.

Only he can resist,
He had the power to contradict,
Weak and foolish boy.

A divine power brought this trinity together,
A realization drilled to our heroin,
My friend was wounded that day.

He had discarded her trust.

Painfully dragging herself home,
Raining on herself, hurting so,
Calamity, everything blaring, all so blurry.

“Why me?”
“Why had I failed?”
Sobbing with her heart and mind in pieces.

Ninety moons of sorrow,
She was alone, she was ill,
Never had she been so under par.

Ninety moons of nausea,
Inside she knew why,
It - He was inside her…

Her dreaded diagnosis was confirmed,
Inside her, his spawn was alive,
Calamity ensued.

Nowhere to run, and nobody to run to,
She let them take it,
He would just be a reminder.

A part of her had died three months before,
A part of them dies today,
She is truly alone.
She runs,
Runs from him and from that place,
From that town and from his face.

Letting go is a daily chore,
With no one to trust it’s torture,
With no one to trust it’s torture.

Placed into the hands of this beautiful girl,
A tale of sorrow and torment,
And unto my hands has been passed.

At one time, it was hard to acknowledge,
The wrong in my conviction,
While no one will ever know again.

Until she loses trust,
Loses confidence in our bond,
Until we die.

So long have I coveted the end,
The treat of life forsaken,
Just to die.

Never had a person conveyed life to me,
Never somebody so seemingly naive,
Became a necessity of my life.

She keeps me alive.

You keep me alive.