Her Mind Is Made Up

Like lava from a volcano,
her tears roll down
her cheeks in a ball of rage.

She cries her weeping hollow soul
to shreds and bits and pieces

for in her mind,
her future shows a cloudy vision
and her faith and trust deteriorates
by the grueling minute.

She strongly tries to envision
what it would be like
if she actually followed through
on her behalf of gaining
back by her self-respect.

She has finally realized,
after all these years,
that her worth as a woman
is not measured
by the amount of love
her lover fails to give
or the little he filters through.

Once she walks away
from her love story,
she will never look back.