My own character was the thorn in my side.
I felt the ache and didn’t shy away or try to hide.
I let it show, the anger within,
For the agonizing love I let out a scream.
Catherine Earnshaw the damsel I so loved,
But for her to understand, it would take more than courage and words.
You teach me now how cruel you’ve been — cruel and false!
Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy?
Why couldn’t you give me your love?
It’s only that much more insufferable,
Because I am strong.
Without you Cathy, my love is trapped in the grave beyond.
With these words,
I tried to make her mine.
She was after all Heathcliff’s prized possession.
Alas, I could only be laid in her tomb, my love being buried with me.
Had I lived to see this day, this would have been my confession.
PS 12th Contribution to NaPoWriMo. This is in line with the theme for today which is about writing a persona poem. I chose my favourite character from my most favourite book Wuthering Heights.