Fruition
09.08.06 (11:01 am) [edit] The old woman sat alone, Trapped within her own mind, Seeking someone A shadow from her past Forlornly asking: " help me I am worried." Unable in seeing those who sought to alleviate her pain. Her soul still young Reliving a past real for her, Seeking 'something', Unable to receive help Though surrounded with love, Unfelt but there. Such is her hope, Hidden Yet taking root, The light unseen In darkness hiding, It purpose sure. Seeking to bring to fruition A life long lived. |