I once again stared at the poem in front of me.
Every line, every word I wanted to study.
But my mind was drifting away, flying back to what Emilio had said.
"I know your heart is broken too, Isabella."
I allowed my hand to rest over my chest.
Indeed my heart was broken, drowning in a sea of secret sorrow, in need of a life vest.
Before the war even broke out, my heart had already cracked.
As to why?
For I had been like the nation.
Unprepared when attacked.
It was the year 1940, when I met a man.
A man who made me feel like I was a precious gem.
We--no. It was I who fell.
In love? No. More like under his evil spell.
Ninth day of September, 1941, we met at our usual meeting place.
Little did I know, I was to shatter at that very day.
He revealed to me that it was all a game.
Indeed, I lost. And very well he played.
Everything changed after that.
I became more silent, and alone.
Outside I sometimes sat.
Books were great friends, my usual comfort.
But then, I left them too.
Like abandoning a home.
Indeed, deep inside I was broken.
Hurting, bleeding.
Longing to run.
And as I read the poem another time,
His words before breakfast resurfaced in my mind.
"I recommend that you study poetry. Maybe, just maybe, it'll help lessen your misery. Just like how it did to me."
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Stars Above You
PoetryIt's WW2, and Isabella Atienza is still unable to move on from a harsh break up, and the malevolent memories of the past. She no longer sees light in the world. Her creativity dying alongside this fading hope of happiness. However, she finds refuge...
