The Lonely Lady

In the peak of summer with the sun scorching bright,

Sat a woman in the corner covering in fright

Wrapping herself in a blanket tight,

Holding on to sanity with all her might.

It feels like winter, to herself she thought,

Sterile and stark with coldness fraught

Tears on her cheeks, her heart distinctly wrought

Feeling despair, her thoughts distraught.

Happiness is what she sought. Instead,

A lonely life she saw, all feelings dead

She struggled to put out of mind the note she read

That filled her being with pain and dread.

The anguish she was going through was no fault of hers,

Her life stretched before her in a never ending curse

Through the sorrow that made it increasingly worse,

She put on a façade which she did rehearse.

With all her might she slowly stood

To face the demons with strength as she should

And find the way out of the dense wood

To a life as far away as she could.