A Place That Love Would Prevail

Tears glistened on her rosy cheeks,
She reached out her hand,
To helplessly grasp for something that would never be there again.
Her mother passed away two days ago,
And in time to come,
She had to face,
This ugly truth that she would not grace.
She was all alone in this harsh world
With nobody to care for her,
With nobody to love her.

She stood by the grave of her beloved mother,
And in her hands help white roses.
She held them tight,
Till the thorns cut into her skin,
And blood trickled down like a little stream.
She did not care.

After what seemed to be a very long time,
She placed the blood-stained roses on the grave.
She knelt down,
Placing her cold hands onto the grass.
She sobbed so hard.
She was robbed of all the love she had,
And it seemed like the right time to redeem it back.

She reached into her pocket,
And she reached into her pocket,
And took out a vial.
She unscrewed the cap,
And downed it in a sec.

All of a sudden, her face contorted,
She clutched her stomach,
A pain that she never quite experienced before,
Seemed to consume her like fire.

After a moment she fell to the ground,
And tried her best to smile.
She knew she would be going to a place,
Where love,
She thought would be there.
To embrace her,
And to never let go.

Corrine Heng
4I