Mr. Darcy

A Poem.

Loves his luxuries,

But, is kind…and loving.

Then there’s Lizzie!

Living in her head,

minding no connection with reality,

But a world of turmoil.

Loves her sufferings!

How do they fit?

Him so patient.

Him so caring.

Her, just there, who’s he patient with and cares for,

Probably all the time.

Whenever she watches a movie like Blonde,

Or reads Sylvia Plath,

She gets scared because she sees herself more than them.

Or maybe it’s just in her head,

Imagining herself in similar sufferings,

To get fame…

But that’s not the dream,

That’s a nightmare she lives in mostly.

He helps her to live in the real world.

But when she is inside her own,

She goes back to that night,

Alone at home,

when she almost fell for death…

Then there was this voice,

that saved her…

it was of her own

Her own’s,

His!