Just felt the need to write this morning and this is what flowed...good or bad it is what it is. Feedback is always welcome....

She stands

There she stands before the shadow that blocks out the light

Trembling she wants to give up the struggle

So tired, so tired

Dead of night, endless life

And yet a tiny ember remains, a slow fire not yet refrained

A small glimmer, a small flicker

She will not give in

Warmth of light, endless night

There she stands, arms open and soul left bare

Will you find her and shelter her there

Stoke the passion and ignite her thirst

Quench the pain, endless sorrow

There she stands, once lost but now found

Her heart breaks, it’s almost too much to take

Walls crumble and freedom soars

No more endlessly alone