Lost and floundering…

How many judgements,
Will she have to stand in?
Before once more,
Her life can begin;
How much more scorn,
Will she have to endure?
Defending something,
So genuine and pure;
How many more times ,
Will she repeat a story?
One that is so tangibly
Etched upon her memory.
Why is she stuck
With such a tale?
That her best comrades
In understanding fail.
Those who came in late
She cannot blame
When those all through
Thought it so lame
Nor is she one
To forget or bury
Is that why she still
Narrates the story?
For it cannot be
She is looking for understanding.
Afterall she knows
She will never find it…

Sophie, July, 2007