Woman & Child

An old woman, in the body of a child,
An aged grace, an unhappy face.
The ancient walls that keep breaking down,
The disenchanted world, that haunts the little girl.
Wrinkles on her brow, scattered round her lips,
Vanishing with every smile, that lasts for just a while.
If all the world's a stage, then love is make-believe,
A twisted tale, a lover - a pretender, an endless journey failed.
The child holds out, to be led the way,
Beseech her porcelain heart not to crack, the woman holds back.
Disloyal trust, blind atonement conceived by innocence,
A molten void of treacherous lies, said by bitter goodbyes.
To love or not to love, the question be a mockery,
To love - a myth, to not love - a heresy, no way out of it.
The old woman, says her silent prays to the One above,
As the child sits and cries, mulling over every tear from her eyes.
On attempted voyages, the woman and child hold hands to find their common souls,
But the soul keeps wandering, the heart keeps flailing, the body plays a corpse.
How will you know what it feels like when your sense of feeling is dead and gone,
Tell me, how do you love when you don't know how to accept love completely.
Lost in the mist, lost in the valley, lost in the eyes of the beholder,
Drowning in denial, falling into a well of self-deception and mental trials.
The woman wants to run, the child wants to stay,
The traffic between them causes fatal accidents along the way.
The wings of love, ripped off by the wind, and thrown into the storm,
To do or to die, to love or to cry, to be or not to be...
...the one faith, one redemption, one resurrection for me.