On the night

That she lost her footing,

And slipped into the abyss,

Despite the darkness,

The utter dearth of light,

I saw her falling,

And I watched as if

It meant nothing;

Except,

It meant everything –

I did not intervene,

For I knew

The depths of her suffering;

The winds that blew

All around me,

Whispered the tale

Of the debilitating shame,

That had taken root

In her leaden belly.

So yes,

On that starless night,

When her guardian angel

Had taken flight

On the wings of escape,

And in doing so,

Sent her tumbling headlong,

Into the depths of oblivion –

I stood and watched,

Even as the tears

That seldom appear,

Rushed down my countenance.

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