Freedom of Death

In anguish I dwell secluded,
uncertain
in this vast empty space.

As, bursting with sorrow, my soul divides
A chasm engulging the last of my strength
Though once never fearful now my sad heart quakes

Bright smiles having been replaced
this shattered woman exposed and vulnerable
in hurt, hides her face.

Being brave on the outside ravaged within
yet this short life falters on
still decades before the freedom of death.