Arguments Within Herself

Things were always greater than they seemed
Their soul had always seen more than their earthly vessel
had been able to contain.
And with each life,
Beginning and ending,
There was always an internal battle to be fought
Between the girl who was,
the girl there is,
and the girl there could be.
The problem never changed,
they all fought to accept the fact that,
faith could not be changed.
He would always come,
their beloved one,
would always be taken
their heart always broken
into tiny little pieces,
they would be forced to find and mend,
sew it back together again,
only to be ripped to shreds,
shreds so tiny that they would,
contemplate,
whether the pain was worth it,
whether they should just submit to the cycle,
and wait for another.
But then,
his face would appear,
an image on the pool of their thoughts.
Suddenly,
everything else was irrelevant,
their sacrifice was worth it.
The little moments they shared with him,
though pale in comparison to their suffering,
was worth the wait
Of a thousand births,
A thousand deaths,
and a million heartaches,
every time he left.

- Chai Tea