The Point

Ever the optimist,
She walked into the room, a smile upon her face.
The air was stained
With some unnamed
Unmentionable ugliness…
Her smile an awful strain against that point.

Ever the pessimist,
She looked around the room, a fear inside her eyes
That begged the question
In the air.
Unanswered
Unheard it stayed…
Her fear an acrid stench around that point.

Ever the realist,
She wrestled in the room, an ache within her heart.
It knew the answer,
Whispered it beyond
The screaming walls.
Unmistakable
Unerring it came…
Her pain redoubled wounds upon that point.