Mid-life crisis

One of those long and dark nights, the headache had returned,

Lying on the bed, with the dim yellow lights on the side table turned on,

Staring at the intentionally muted cell phone, in search of a hope that it’ll ring,

But it doesn’t, like it didn’t all day long.

The mirror at 12 o’clock, reflecting a usually tired, morose, complicated woman,

Age making no difference, the thirties or the fifties,

The mirror image defying all left-over youth and the zest,

The shadow over the boundless walls, blocks the light, adamant on letting the darkness stay.

The endless wait was on,

Interrupted by a sweet baritone, a familiar face,

The emotions tickled, the compassion goes warm,              

And completely inadvertent, the arms widened and the horizons flourished,

Like the grays of dusk transforming into the oranges and the yellows of the dawn,

The wrinkles vanish, the maturity repealed, giving way to adolescence for a second time,

The contaminated mind miraculously recovers, from the age long illness of the unwanted seclusion,

When the hand was held strongly, and the lips were kissed, it all seemed to end and begin at the same time,

What ended was self-mortification, what began was self-worship, love unparalleled,

A two way relationship, a bond sealed by promises and togetherness,

Moving forward, leaving behind the compelling, common background of coercion and relentless criticism,

What ended was the constant waste of life, what began was its realization,

Loyalty is for dogs, she’s a human, everyday, more so a woman,

Not greedy for the flesh and the bones, but thirsty for that soulful and ample hug,

Doesn’t need a break from what she ought to do, but from the un-appreciativeness and lack of response,

What ended was the inertia of groundless custom, what began was a revolution, and denial of mute acceptance,

It’s not coming from the way she’s built, it takes birth from the thinking she does, in her mind,

Self made, only second in the physical aptitude, strong hearted and strong headed, resolute and firm, unlike you,

Her mind has stepped out from the bolted doors, she’s in love again, and don’t be surprised, that’s not you,

The constant ringing of the cell phone, don’t matter now, your calling won’t help,

What has ended is the longing for you, what has begun is the thought of someone new,

Don’t matter now, how close or available you are, she’s found her own proximities,

She’s found solace, she’s known the real now.