She was a woman with the most beautiful face,
Many followed her all along
admiring her curves and utmost grace.
She had all the comforts
that a woman could possibly possess –
Wealth, fame and anything you would name;
But deep down in her heart there was an unheard voice,
That time and again reminded her
of the broken promises of the men she had loved,
Those lonely days with none to embrace her
and the sleepless nights raging like a tempest;
About the vile people
to whose desires she had succumbed,
the backstabbers and trolls who had made her life miserable.
She often remembered
that quaint little cottage
where she had spent her innocent childhood,
The days filled with mirth with the family she had then.
But yet –
She quietly subdued the truth with layers of concealment,
Attributing the predicament to her meteoric growth.
The biggest lie that she told herself always, every time,
was that she was the happiest person
that one could possibly wish to be.
This poem was written for ArtoonssInn Prompt ‘Rewind’ and has been published in poetryparlour.