The Mediocre Swain

Heavy-hearted, she is searching
for an answer
that makes sense.
Does life always have
a lesson? Will her beating vessel
ever be wholly agape? Questions,
bring nothing but more questions. And, answers
that may never be found. Restlessness,
moves within her spirit, peace calls her name; yet,
falls on obstinate ears. She continues to look,
however, ignores her own felicity.
The warmness
of two, cools easily when adoration
subsides. Crestfallen, she is burned from the reckless fire.
Again and again.
The embers
rage
for several years.
She dismisses the sage advice
of those that love her most.
Pain can only teach
the amenable pupil.

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