Eventually

See how painters find through art
A tragic beauty deep within,
With Rembrandt strokes that break the heart
Or perfectly depict the skin.

Like them you seek a life reborn
Free from secret pains to keep,
Guilt that wrecks your dreams with scorn
Corrupting precious healing sleep.

Oh, how it hurt her pride to feel
The loss of all she knew before,
Cruel confinement trapped in steel
Wishing she could give much more.

How you long to stroke her face
Provoke a reassuring glance,
A smile, a kiss, but not a trace
No fleeting glimpse, no final chance.

In moments when you weep forlorn
Her words in whispers brush your face,
From that first hug when you were born
She loved you with her own sweet grace.

Yet you sense a debt to pay
The burden of it grips your brain,
Regrets still on your conscience prey
And stir that dull repeating pain.

She suffered much, cut short her time,
Frustration soon destroyed her will,
But undeterred you strive to climb
Enough to find that space to fill.

Eventually, let go her hand,
And calmly leave the path she trod,
Her steps have washed away in sand
Her sighs are now the breath of God.