Sonnet: She Walks in Corridors

She walks in corridors built of her regret
O’er past occasions marked by pain and grief,
Cursed to know her truth and not forget
Each step she took, and never find relief
From all the sorrows that she bears within
The ruins of her anger and her pride.
Nothing left for her but to descend
Into despair, for all her hopes have died.
And yet, for all her loss, her head is high,
Although the void wants to consume her soul.
She will not give in to the urge to die,
But rather, she embraces her grief whole.
Although defeat is bitter as the gall,
It’s still her own, and she will claim it all.