She lay there alone. Spiritual pain dripping from her veins The incessant screaming of silence, while his name echos through the hallways of her mind. She lays there on the stoop at the door frame of his mind. Her hands stroking each strand of her now dry and brittle hair. She always loved her hair, she thinks to herself. It was always healthy, long and beautiful with golden and crimson highlights. Now it was starved of nutrients and even her lips were cracked. In her madness she had been so focused on his well being she forgot to take care of her beauty; both inside and out. Her bright and effervescent soul had become dimmed, flat and stale. She had given it all to him and he consumed every last morsel with his darkness and downcast soul. Then rising up within her...a new voice began to howl like a wild animal from the depths of her being. "I can no longer stand to be your after thought, your option waiting in the wind. The one you count on to be there when your chosen one won't bend. I'm worth more than your second best, second choice, second love , or not at all. Just a used up option you find useful to stroke your pride and ego when your true love rejected you, shot you down, failed you in some way or how. I'm not here to edify and dignify and glorify your presence when your ultimate treatment of me is never better than second. I AM WORTH MORE than being sequestered to the porch of your heart. And I was created to be light and stand apart..." Then suddenly, the words begin to pour out of her mouth and she audibly says, "this is ridiculous, I am so much better than who I've become and one day...he's going to realize what he's done, but I know who I am and this is not acceptable." With the inner peace of knowledge and fire within her soul, she rises up from the steps, flips her hair and smiles like she had all the times before. One day he will unlock the door and with realization in his eyes. He will learn that he lost the best thing that ever entered his life #tealmoonpink #abbeyforrestpoems #stirredmoments #poems #poetsofinstagram #poetry #instapoet #writing, #poetry #introvert #introvertquote #3amthoughts #sittingundertrees #hallways