The heart beholds his lie
and knows the truth.
She does not trust wholly
as she once did in her youth.
Constant abuse causes the sickness
which makes her stomach draw tight.
So many endless, wasted years spent
being deprived of love's pure delight.
"No more!" her mind screams
without end to itself
as she tucks away her love
high on heartache's shelf.
Sometimes life does not turn out
just as we might plan.
So we try to remember the joys
and we do the best we can.
It gets so very hard
trying to believe in tomorrow
when the cup is half full
of yesterday's sorrow.
There on display eternally
next to cruel words and inflicted scars
safely tucked behind her teardrops
in sealed tight memory jars
is what is left of her heart
which tried to forgive
until it grew stony cold
and had nothing left to give.
Nary a glimmer remains
not a whimper or a sound
from what is left of the heart
she subdued and stands bound.
The world is much safer
without the regret
and the pain it will linger
because she cannot forget.