Matilda

Although I kept the cause of my sorrows a secret, he led me to pour out my bitter complaints and to dress up my distress in words of anger and fervor, and with all the energy with which my wretched grief was filled, I told him of my downfall From bliss to tragedy in one moment, how I find no joy, no hope, that death No matter how bitter it is, it is the closure I long for to all my suffering. Death, the skeleton, was as beautiful as love. I don't know why, but I found it sweet to utter these words to human ears, and even though I had always underestimated consolation, I felt joyful to see him in Yemen He spoke to me with tenderness and compassion. I listened quietly, and when he stopped talking for a while, I quickly resumed expressing my tragedy in words. It shows how deep my wounds were and beyond any treatment.