Her Aches & Pains

Tame were her words,
aimed at the empty, cold air.
Fading rage replaced with despair,
she stays in place, unable to shake
the aches out like one shakes hair.
There is a soreness in her heart,
where she can't place proper thought
like pins on a wear-worn map.
She ventures to curse as she ought,
but it merits nothing.
She reasons this must be her lot
in life, yet hopes at one point
                         that she will snap.
Then, she can flounder as much as
                      she so desires.
The dim fire that fuels and tires
her continues to burn within borders
                                that corner her heart.
                           She stops and starts
       with every small wonder
of missed opportunities,
of regretful mistakes -
the aches begin to ache
in greater intensity.
She shakes, unable to tame
the crushing pain that rattles
the confines of her fragile, living soul.
Only so many summers young,
              yet she beholds herself old.
Heartbreak has ungracefully aged her.
She sits in wait, 'til time takes
the time to show her
that the world is more than
the love she once wore like
a warm, fitting, long-sleeve sweater.
Time tells her she will be better.
In time, she is better.
Untamed now, are her words.
She is unafraid, as she basks
in the cold, clear air.
She begins to write her letter.
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A little something I've written today in the absence of class. Cheers!