Shards of Her

By Anna Jijo

It was loud; she was wailing, 

Her heart was mourning;

Alas! she was in grief.

Who was to be blamed? 

"Her heart", her brain retorted;

"Her heart chose to be dense,"

Brain barked bitterly.

"No", came a feeble voice;

"I coveted it to be different. 

I wished to be loved,

I wished to be hugged, 

I wished to be reassured, 

I wished to be prioritised, 

I was not being dense; 

I was beguiled" 

Her heart whimpered.

It was silent.

Her heart was silent.

Her brain was silent.

She was silent.

May be, 

She never was worthy of it; 

Any of it.

By Anna Jijo