You thought you were hurt;
What hurts the most, though,
is when I look into her eyes
and see nothing has changed.
I've overcome what you did to me,
but it was hell getting to that point.
I still breakdown to this day,
but recover when I look around.
I pray she has that strength inside.
I pray she will come to realize
just what you've done to her.
She's lost sight of herself.
She's lost sight of you.
Her world is dark
and she's lost her way.
She needs to know the truth.
It hurt you; it hurt me.
But neither one of us
would be here today
if it hadn't of set us free.
"I can't stand living here anymore,"
she said angrily.
"There is just too much pressure."
"Calm down! Just calm down
before you burst it," her husband yelled.
"We can't afford any more mistakes."
Looking away, she rolled her eyes
in frustration, then walked over to the
farthest side of the circle
in which they lived. She put her hand
against the film and fingered
that tattered patch she'd come to know so well.
For a few moments she only stared
as she imagined herself ripping it off, fast,
like one does a band-aid. She slowly began to
peel the corner up, then sighed and stopped.
Looking outside, she studied the world around her,
and like a child, she soon became distracted by what she saw.
The woman stared intensely at a boy
and girl who were sitting on a park bench.
They were oblivious to the life around them,
focused solely on each other, as if they were
trapped in their own bubble. She whispered
to herself, "If time could only stand still. . . ."
Moving all but a single finger, the woman
pulled her hand away from the bubble's wall,
pointing it in the direction of the two lovers.
She applied some pressure, testing the
bubble's resistance, then a little more,
almost until the point of penetration.
"What are you doing?" her husband yelled.
"Are you trying to kill us?
Never looking away from the young couple,
the woman let her hand fall to her side.
A smile formed across her face, and then
she said incoherently, "I will try again tomorrow."
As she returned to her husband's side,
he glanced up at her, confused, but he
did not push the issue; for she gently took
his hand in hers to initiate the peace.
He gladly accepted and countered
the offer with a loving squeeze.