Bottling up the emotions altogether,
Controlling the tears altogether,
Suppressing the sobs altogether,
She disappeared from the scene altogether.
The disruptive words scathed her almost.
The evil looks disarmed her almost.
The back bites scaled her down almost.
She, dishevelled,
ran in speed almost.
The hurt locked her in solitude.
The discomfort pushed her to ineptitude.
The bruise compelled her to change the attitude.
She, disoriented, lay down in platitude.
To pull her out of despondency was a hard task.
To restore her to normalcy was a difficult task.
Alas! she had to undergo a petulant task.
The come back would be an impossible task.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “A Pathetic Pause.”
Some recoveries are not possible it seems.