Alone Poem by Abby Bilan

Now, I am alone
Again, in the midst of
People so far, unknown
Remains unmoved

Memories of a young girl
Hidden in the very inside
Keeps its place in swirl
Nothing, no one to ride

Beside a person to trust
I ride. I join.
Deserves, he must.
For I wasn’t born
In his hands, to mourn

In the art of my mind
I draw my land
Where I’d never been blind
I shape my footprints in the sand

Beneath my world
There I am
Alone and thrilled
But one thing…
Still, unknown
I am happy