Dismal Abyss of Destiny
The young mind weaved the tapestry of dream
as an expectant mother floating on the wings of cloud nine.
The flower of future she conceived in the realm of desire
caressed gently with soft petals as it bloomed within her.
Longing to see a part of her became reality she waited
with the heart filled with embedded excitement dormant,
that melted away in the nightmare of relentless tears,
for the premature new life was born still.
Her mind took time to rise from the debris of sorrow
to perceive the dented desire of motherhood return.
She counted the agonizing months once again,
spent unsure days in the fear of losing another part of hers.
Her trepidation ended with the first cry of the child in her arms,
the joy of possession flowed like a surging stream in flood,
but it dried soon at the cruel dawn of the smoldering reality,
for the child was born with an impaired brain.
Covered with the encompassing dark dust of despair,
and entangled with the splinters of the broken dreams,
she waited to traverse the tunnel of bleak future to measure
the depth of her misery in the dismal abyss of destiny.
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(It is a true story)
February 5, 2021
Contest : Break My Heart, Why Don't Cha
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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