she weeps alone

In the silence of the night, she weeps alone,
Her tears, like raindrops, fall on barren stone.
A broken heart, a shattered dream,
In the vast expanse of loneliness, she screams.

Alone she walks, beneath the moon's soft glow,
Her soul adrift in a sea of woe.
Each step a burden, each breath a sigh,
As memories of love come rushing by.

She wears her pain like a cloak of thorns,
Each prick a reminder of love's cruel scorn.
In the depths of despair, she finds no reprieve,
As the echoes of heartache refuse to leave.

Yet in her solitude, there lies a spark,
A flicker of hope in the endless dark.
For though she may stumble, and though she may fall,
She knows that within her lies the strength to stand tall.

So she gathers the pieces of her fractured soul,
And with trembling hands, she begins to make whole.
For in the depths of her sorrow, she finds the key,
To unlock the door to her own destiny.

And though the journey ahead may be long,
She knows that she's resilient and strong.
For even in her darkest hour,
She's a survivor, a fighter, a blooming flower.

So let her tears be the ink,
And her pain be the pen,
As she writes her story,
Again and again.

For though her heart may be broken,
And her spirit may be worn,
She'll rise from the ashes,
And be reborn.