(Written long ago to a specific prompt… I’m tired tonight but not feeling these feelings!)

Why does she chose to hang on in a life
tied to a self-absorbed dominant god?
Why should she feel obligated to wife
when glacial silence drifts ever unthawed?

As frostbitten psyche grows putrid and dies
she shudders and hunkers to hold back what’s left.
The longing, the hope, the need etched in her eyes
dislodges her soul, strands a body bereft.

Yet ages and years day by day flicker by
as her specter attends to his fancy and whim.
A shadow perhaps but a soul to defy
his abuse and hold hope be it ever so dim.

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