She walks alone
head bowed, the air around her
bristles with agitation.
Only the brave or
very foolish, approach.
One... an aquaintance of old
who senses her anguish
reaches out,
Is met with an angry rebuke
then again gently
offers understanding.
Eyes meet...
but the pain is too great,
unable to voice it
she walks on.
Alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She walks on Alone. Yet though unseen, the Lord might have been her guide!