Faced with reality
Of her own ugly truth
She found herself slipping
In that self-loathing mode

Mortified at succumbing
To the falsity of illusion
With nothing left pleasing
For the eye to behold

The world was still cruel
Fate dealt a wicked hand
And if he so loved her
She could not understand

She withdrew in dark silence
To her comforting place
Hidden among shadows
That masked her actuality

Afflicting damnation
For believing herself worthy
To be cast among them
Those borne of pure beauty

Worshipped and wanted
Perhaps once upon a time
No longer found suitable
For adorning castle walls

Ticking clock echoes
Reminding everything must stop
Yet cycles continue infinite
Her mark already dissolved

©2010 by Jill Terry

Published by jill

Riding the current of life's changing tides, while capturing my journey in images and words...

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