Uncried tears

The last traces of religious beliefs purged out as she decided it to be
But that glooming night, her neck bore back the rosary for whom to see?

Every boulder thrown at her, she let it fall on her, she let it hurt her,
She rose up from the debris.
She lived through it.

The bitter regrets that will never fade away,
The untold promises that will never be kept,
The uncried tears that will never be fathomed,
The kinship that the years will never bring…
She will live through it.

The hugs that comforted her,
The words that emboldened her,
The cries that soothed her,
Nothing can unfold the pain.
Nothing will assuage it to be the same.
She will live through it.