The Unbearable Truth

Her heart stopped beating

Her soul stopped breathing

But I’m keen to wonder, did her heart really ever beat? Did her soul truly ever breath?

Did she actually live?

Lies lie protectively guarding a mountain of old well kept secrets. Secrets that are best not to revealed. Secrets that killed her. Really, truly killed her.

I must reckon life is full of secrets, but not one like this, not one like this.

Secret? What secret? She denied herself. She denied her truth.

She denied her life, she couldn’t bear to live it, so she denied it, she dreaded so terribly.

So she went on, denying.

She never knew, oh she never knew, the moment she denied it, was the moment she started to die. Her mind was unable to hold the horror of her secret.

It was a downcast.

How sad. It is sad. It was sad. If only she would have grown the strength, the power, then maybe she could have borne to live it; she could have loved to live it.

But in stead of unimaginable joy, she found death, lonely, cold, ungracious death.

I still pray for her. I still remember her.

I still hear the sound of my own voice, “Don’t”. How useless it was, she had made her choice, she decided, she chose.

I still hear the sound of her voice, “I can’t”. She probably couldn’t. But then again, all we are left is doubt, the most alarming ‘ what if’ I’ve ever had the misfortune to encounter.

Two souls found an inevitable death that night. Two souls died with her that night.

She would have been so beautiful. So small. So pure. Not anymore.

Her heart was beating.

Her soul was breathing.

But her eyes never got the blessing of being open.

Sad it is. Truly sad.