A teardrop
escapes
slowly meandering
down the slope of
her tear-soaked face
A sigh
barely audible
hanging on her lips
gets swept away by
a cold autumn wind
A stray
lock of hair
dangling unnoticed
as her eyes focus
beyond the horizon
A fist
Unclenching
hangs by her side
as anger fades and
resilience takes root
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
A teardrop
escapes
slowly meandering
down the slope of
her tear-soaked face
A sigh
barely audible
hanging on her lips
gets swept away by
a cold autumn wind
A stray
lock of hair
dangling unnoticed
as her eyes focus
beyond the horizon
A fist
Unclenching
hangs by her side
as anger fades and
resilience takes root
Feeling like I need to will some hope into words that are as fragile as ash in the wind
So work in progress but need to write
