The Day My Heroine Fell and Cried

The day my heroine fell and cried, A few tears came to soften my seared vision, My pains were amplified and many secrets reviewed, Yet, people talk - a daily avalanche of vituperation. She taught me how to be bold and strong, Even before a hot up rush of hatred and loathing, But was deeply broken and remained weak in death, Because she accepted defeat, Leaving me with a haunting and horrible sense of insecurity. Like a rainbow in my cloud, With a propitious sky, marbled with pearly white, She still feels a light of unwonted pleasure in my eyes, Because of my perception of tomorrow, Knowing that it’s hard for me to deal with the harassing sorrow. This might be A secret sweeter than the sea or sky can whisper, Or a shimmer of golden sun shaking through the trees, But for sure not a stream of easy talk, Because I don’t want to be like my heroine On the day she fell and cried.