Lonely

LONELY

She is alone and desolate

She does not know what is coming her way.

She is quite and is helpless

Yet she is trying to see what is unclear and unsaid.

A tear, a fear and with pain in heart

She is accepting her lonely path.

She fought, she tried and she took a stand

But was betrayed and was left to cry again.

She has her plans in her mind and is waiting

For the right to come and to establish them.

P.S: She is alone and desolate, but she is not week as she is waiting for her way to be in her reach