Finding A Way

Around her, the walls closed in

The familiar mist took shape again, slow but menacing

His voice was like a gleaming ray through the clouds

The ray of hope, behind veils and shrouds

Would she find a way?

It grew like weeds in the forest

Buzzed and enchanted, she was a butterfly, in unrest

Blank for so long, the canvas of her life

Was seeing the bright hues, away from strife

Did she find a way?

Unaccustomed to the endearment, she couldn't resist

Submitting to his crave, without whom she couldn't exist

But no story of sunrises can be complete without the dark

A lotus, without the mud, would never make its mark

Did she find a way?

Gathering in the horizon again, here came the mist

How long could she hide, how long would she resist

His smile was an injection of warmth, but she knew

It wouldn't last; the joyous hours were few

Did she find a way?

The kisses evaporated, cuddles were a thing of the past

Predicament graced her; her dreams were struggling to last

A branch with a rose has many a thorn,

From an object of love to an object of scorn

Did she find a way?

She thought it would get better, at least she hoped

Was it the same man with whom she had eloped?

Blames and fights, no night would end without tears

The rosy canvas - now smeared with dark colors

Did she find a way?

Oblivious of emotions, a clock began to tick

The devil waited, his lips he began to lick

Judgement day was here, the devil did take aim

What was his, he sure lay his claim

She did find a way . . .