Her Frail Strength
the cold keeps meeting her halfway the night slowly crawls, over her bright days and though the sunlight breaks away, she walks,obliviously, carrying her broken faith her stilted smile still remains without a droplet from her eyes she drenches, in the rain she is so dispassionate and stultified yet she doesn't complain she makes up her mind, not to turn back decides to leave it all behind and prepares to combat but as a vestige of memories, suddenly break, and enter her mind refuses to give in but; her heart surrenders and she unwillingly drifts away again, to all that she still remembers