Never Come, Another Day

 Plastered with untempered morter, is your ray of sunshine. On walls that will fall, like an overflowing shower. A stormy wind will tear it to pieces and your shaky foundation, will be discovered.

My heart once thought, that I, was your first love. My soul laid bare, what inside, held dear. But like a woman, whose face is set against others like herself. So you have sewn pillows to all armholes and handkerchiefs, upon goodness. To destroy, what is supposed to bring joy.

You tried to pollute me with fake substance. You lacked knowledge. That I could see through your cloudy vision. You brought coals of fire upon your own bald head.

You didn't love me. You didn't sing me a new song. You thought not to hug me, or hold me in your arms, or be my comfort, when I needed warmth and compassion. You made me ache. You were a thorn. A dry rose, where no scent embraced.

Yet, light has come. A new day has emerged. I am surrounded by a fresh breeze. I have turned my back on you. I have found my way. I am here today, a brand new woman. I am filled with the essence of worth. Far above rubies. And fairer than ten thousand. So take your leave. Go your way. Never come, another day.