The Unlovable Woman
there's a damning secret
hidden deep within her essence
the spirit does not forget
she will always feel its presence
refusing to be denied
its taunting's always been there
where can one hide
from predestined despair?
the shadow was so sweet
veiling the truth for so long
light of maturity was its defeat
revealing all her qualities as wrong
a woman born unlovable
swaddled in loneliness
never to be desirable
holding hands with hopelessness
so long and hard she's strived
to be all that she is not
but ghastly truth has arrived
undoing all for which she's fought
it sharpens its claws
digging the depths of her mind
exposing all her flaws
'til there's nothing good to find
Copyright © Christy Stover | Year Posted 2016
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