Where the dark recedes into the chaotic void,

A line interrupts the anxious flow

Between sadness and joy. 

A weary traveler must choose only one

Or be damned to straddle the endless 

Waves of changing emotions. 

What can the spirit do,

Who’s trapped within the woman form – 

A weighty baggage that cannot conform?

Will the roiling images sway her 

To jump into the vortex

Of swirling tears?

What of the bubbly smiles

Holding out for a cheer

That may never reach the surface?

Should she hold onto the loss or the gain?

When the lines below speak plainly,

Can she ever hide her pain?