Fractured Parallels

She let choice go

and wept with shifting weights,

balancing act of

surrogated days.

Laughter stroked the back

of pain’s atonement,

soothed the ache

of sometimes waking moments.

She gathered tears and gelled

the fragments found

of broken self on heap,

a mortal mound.

Inept repair for fractures

gone too deep,

a timeless wound

repaired by only sleep.

Eased sidestep to another land

her quest,

paralleled worlds where

multi options rest.