Decor Ab Intra Est

A shadow tells a tale. A footprint tells a story.
A scar bears historic legend, of a battle fought and won
Where was the girl who once basked in all her youthful glory
Who stood right up to fear, and ran into the arms of fun.
Oh yes, she was magnificent, with all the bravado of youth
And all the answers, and time, and time and time…
But too quickly it passed, and whilst denying the truth
The world kept on turning, and she missed the sign.
It had to happen with her, and if not, then not at all
Be it person or place, or life changing scene
With only a dream, she was waiting for the call
Whilst wistfully mourning, all that might have been.
The glittering lights, would now never be lit
The vision distorted, departed
She came to accept that she couldn’t regret it,
As with determination, she would surely have started.
It never was meant to be this way
Long laid plans missed an active voice
So timid, she happened to stay quiet that day
She chose her path, though not first choice;
Gone were the answers and time of before
Gone was the chance to prove the world wrong
Yet, a spark from within said that she could do more;
This angel was yet to sing her finest song.
Only the lines on her face dare to suggest
Life has been lived, though not done yet.
She’ll always be beautiful; Decor ab intra est.
Sit lucet!