BEYOND

Stella stood up sluggish, strode to her back door and leaned on the door.
She let her eyes hover as she got lost in swirling thoughts.
What if her life would always be this pathetic,
What if she never gets to live the dreams people have of her,let alone the ones she's dreamt,
What if love never finds her,
What if all she's going to get are resounding  disappointments,
Would she continue to live life, unloved ,unworthy and unappreciated?
She passed her fingers through her short curly hair. Adjusted her glasses and grinned.
She settled onto the floor and crossed her now tired legs.
Her life cannot possibly go this path.
She had to make meaning of it,
But she was clueless how to.
Right now the indicators of her life were reading negative.
No friends,No Joy,No vision.
She sipped her lemonade as she reached for her shades and switched them.
She began to sob,crying out every held back pain,every unsaid word, she cried every broken piece of her back to place, she'd held hurt for a over a decade, so she let her voice drown her tears.
Picking  up her now empty glass,she waltzed into the bedroom,moved slowly into her bathroom,undressed to her very last piece of clothing as she let it lay in a heap beneath her.
Stepped into the tub.
A smile slid across her face...