Promise

Myth or truth, everyone has an Achilles heel.

Her dreamy eyes beamed with the radiance of desire,

reflecting her thoughts and smile to match the attire

Oh, I wonder how quickly she moved on from sorrow,

from hasty love, broken heart into a joyous tomorrow

Rather letting tears down from eyes, she let her hair

amidst that pain, when life and him hadn't been fair

She spread her light of love, spoke of dreams in row,

Brave girl, never once let her head down in bow

In the voice of torment, she found her rhythm and beat,

In the tunes of sorrow, her boundary was still upbeat.

Her roads were long, tired and lonely, she sung to her,

in the roars of failure, she believed in gratitude everywhere.

She fell asleep with smile, she woke up with one,

her dreams undaunted, I was relieved she always won.

 Little did I know, she sees her palm and relishes pain

of yearning, longing, wanting him to promise again.

 

Author's Note

Often, we mask a pain, find our strength and move on. But every wound leaves behind an Achilles heel difficult to be forgotten.