Thrusted into my throbing heart,
Her killer language murdered me,
Choosing to worsened the cut,
She was reluctant to set me free.
The hinged barrier slam shut,
Leaving me faced against the fastened door,
Suicidal emotions were about ot start,
Until i saw a light reflected upon the floor.
Dread and distress were replaced by happiness,
As i turn to face the light,
He had indeed destroyed the curse,
Because my sorrows were not in sight.
Sensing a warm affection,
I knew He was always in my heart,
He waited for the door to be opened,
To gently mend my deepened cut.
Countless times He was around,
It was I who did not greet Him,
He went away without a sound,
Waiting for the right time to be let in.
-Stephanie Thong-
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