Luminous lament

She knew, she hoped, she begged it true.
But despite her efforts, away they flew.
She always thought they’d come to save her.
To take the dark and be her saviour.
A light would flicker inside her heart.
A smile would spread, then tear apart.
She never found love that ever endured.
Or took her sickness and made her cured.
From a loneliness that ate away.
A sadness that had come to stay.
Until she read deep in a book.
That she could change her fate, and all it took.
Was to love herself and believe deep down.
She was a spark from god, with her own crown.
A little flame, could burn up bright.
If she believed, she could banish the night.
And though it may seem trite and sappy.
She could not rely on others to make her happy.
And by doing this and loving her heart.
She found her soul mate, her other part.
The light now shone for all to see.
A neon blur of serenity.

Sally

Sally sits and sings a song.
She sings for all the things gone wrong.
She’s broken, hurt and breaking still.
Fallen down life’s painful hill.
Her bones are cold but her mind is sharp.
Her tunes dig deep, into your heart.
She wants to lift you to the sky.
With happy thoughts, and cherry pies.
And to play with friends, and laugh and paint.
But all she sees are angels and saints.
She dreams of places far away.
Devoid of pain and human decay.
For not yet ten she’s tasted pain.
And in succession, it came again.
With each new illness it spread and devoured.
Her mind and heart that had not yet flowered.
To her teenage years, where she could choose.
What to keep, and what to lose.
So now she sits and sings her song.
Atop a grave that’s wide and long.
Her songs ring out, only in her head.
For poor old sally, is long since dead.