Her Day

Her hair were put up in a pony tail
with the most perfect cut
she’d ever had
For that day she thought
was the day she had waited for.

As the seconds passed
she grew more apprehensive
While her brand new watch ticked by
time, most preciously hers.

The eyes that saw nothing,
yet everything through
her precious stick,
had waited for that day all along.

The eyes that searched for passion
in a life which sought nothing,
had started to realize the dreams
they had never seen.

All she had wanted her whole life
had just laid itself
right before her eyes.
But the trouble, like always, did remain.

Her dilemma gave way
to doubts foray.
Her life, she thought
depended on that day.

She pushed too hard to reach a land
to which she never belonged.
She tried to become someone
she never was.

Today as I stand
where she truly belonged
I wish she had realized the value of her life.