Sitting on the corner bench in the park,
She comes daily to notice the peculiarity
of the statue's arch.
often sits there for long hours
wondering her countless thoughts and
painting her endless imaginations
battling with her loneliness,
searching for her existence,
lost and tired she realizes,
it was her choice
sitting on the same bench for nearly a decade now,
she recounts the days that have gone,
almost everything she has, that she ever wanted,
nothing to complain about, or nothing to regret.
still there are cryptic thoughts that haunt her all day long....
bidding her daily goodbye to the statue and its arch,
she drags herself to her only home in dark,
here she's surrounded by four blank walls,
her only friends who sometimes turn her most
worst enemies
slowly undressing, looking into the mirror,
she observes herself, her countenance, her figure
recalling her youthful summers that have gone...
realizes if things would be any different
and after a few sighs,
her naked reflection mockingly remarks,
"so wasn't this your choice?"
