Shadows of Her life

In dreams of blood and pain, she finds herself yet again a victim of ones she dared to trust, blinded by a guise of friendship to their all consuming lust.

The shadows of her life are lost within her hearts bottomless cold sea, and no one ever knows the pain that burns within her memory. The pain of innocence lost and trust broken, far beyond boundaries that were known but never spoken.

Years later the violation pain still raw and bright, she finds herself crying razor gripped tight, raking it across her wrist with all her might. The pain of living more than she can stand, she feels relived as the blade falls from her hand. Consciousness fading like the setting sun, the woman drops into darkness unloved by anyone.

A light strikes her eyes and she awakens in a bed, mystified and appalled that she is not yet dead, a wave of uncertainty washing over her mixed with dread. Feeling the stitches and staring in shock at the stranger in white, the broken willed woman sobs in fright.

The lady cringes shame as the nurse slowly draws near, hearing her softly whisper. "It's okay now dear." How is it okay? Why do you care? The lady silently wonders as the nurse gently brushes her hair.

Hesitantly stumbling over her words at first, the saddened woman quietly tells about her private reasons dreading the worst. At the end of her tale the nurse softly takes her hand, telling her that she does indeed understand. "It's okay, your secret's safe with me, things will get better soon, trust me you'll see."

Days turn to weeks and their friendship does grow, evolving into a love deeper than either will ever again know. In her new found girlfriend she confides, baring her soul, losing herself in love and letting the seasons roll. The shadows of her life seem but a fading memory, as she dwells in her lovers arms, united for all eternity...