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.