It has been the hardest thing,
realizing that this life
was not made for love.
She was not made to fall,
no matter how much
she wished for it to be otherwise,
it will not change.
She will remain alone,
dreaming of a future
that will never come to pass.
Waking in the silence of her room,
filled only with the sound
of her own breathing.
She was not made for love.
She was not given the attributes,
nor the desire to fight
for a thing she knows
she would lose in the end.
She will reach that pinnacle,
the top of that mountain she will stand,
the world spread out below her.
She will remain there,
always by herself.
Her dreams, her fantasies will remain
where they began.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017