Going on...

She left the house
Marooned and lost
Under the shades
Of a lonely thrust
She hoped a touch,
A familiar word
The same old saga
And stories we heard…
The raindrops fell
Upon her being
Superficial no more
Reached the soul all seeing…
She walked, she dragged
A baggage so far
The past and the future
The present behind bars…
She slowly moved her head
And looked beyond the way
Up at the billowing hand
She prayed to change the day…
Forlorn, detached, desolate
Her reclusive outline passed
A shadow to the passer-bys
Her vulnerabilities masked…
The rain kept coming down
Her pace unaffected
The mask gradually unmasked
The wounds exposed, detected…
She thanked the heavens today
For the seasonal showers appeared
She always liked walking in the rain
‘Coz no one saw her tears…