All These Years

 All These Years

I have waited all these years

she whispers in the night,
seeking solace  
from her life,
hiding from the light,
wishing to forget....
...her fear of
living.
A hard life
of broken promises
and a lifetime of regret
has
desiccated
her soul,
a dried and brittle thing,
but once,
a long time ago,
she  
was free,
dreaming endless dreams,
living in her fantasies,
but the dreams  
....just stopped one day,
leaving her with a child and endless need.
Now,
when time permits,
she whispers in the night,
one last  
dream
of eternal rest