Abide in my rightful place

A Lonely Woman

In the silence of the night, she stands alone,

A solitary figure in a world unknown.

Her shadow dances with the moon’s soft glow,

A lonely woman with secrets to bestow.

 

Her eyes, like windows to a hidden realm,

Hold stories untold, like a forgotten helm.

In the depths of her soul, echoes resound,

A symphony of solitude, profound.

 

She walks through life’s corridors, unseen,

Her heart aching with dreams that have been,

Lost to time’s relentless, unforgiving tide,

In solitude, she learns to abide.

 

Yet, in her solitude, she finds her strength,

A beacon of resilience, at any length.

She weaves her sorrows into threads of gold,

A tapestry of wisdom, to behold.

 

Though loneliness may cloak her in its shroud,

She wears it as a mantle, head unbowed.

For in her solitude, she learns to see,

The beauty of her own company.

 

A solitary woman, yet not alone,

For within her heart, a universe has grown.

In her solitude, she finds her grace,

A lonely woman, in her rightful place.

– Vineyard Joseph

 

Have you ever noticed the leafless winter tree branches look similar to the bronchioles in our lungs?

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