She stood at the sink with
her head in her hands.
Fully knowing this wasn't
the life that she'd planned.
Life's seasons were getting
shorter and colder.
Her bones sing their mizery
both louder and bolder.
Drained by the cruelty
of a love gone indifferent.
Inside she crumbles seeking
strength now unapparent.
A glimmer of hope looms
in a now less distant light.
Her prayers will soon be answered
and end her plight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple but very effective in it's simplicity.