Still...

A cold wind blows,
making her shiver slightly,
still she follows,
the road silently.

Darkness surrounds,
as she gropes,
to find her way around.

As she steps on thorns,
littered all over the ground,
she leaves a trail of blood behind,
she still doesn’t make a sound,
still doesn’t really mind.

The path has boundaries,
that cannot be crossed over,
she can never be,
completely free,
still the memories,
that were forged,
will remain forever.

Dreams never came true,
when she really tried,
still she kept going through,
even when she cried.

There is no one,
to catch her fall,
no one,
to confide at all.

Completely alone,
with no one by her side,
she has to walk,
on her own,
without any guide.

Badly bruised,
badly hurt,
badly broken,
all the way inside,
still she has refused,
to hide.


She still smiles,
still laughs,
pretending all this while,
that everything is alright.

The happiness,
she shows,
covers the emptiness,
that is always below.

She still keeps hoping,
still searching,
for something,
she doesn’t quite know,
or understand so.

She will keep walking,
and keep looking,
no matter how lonely,
or how trying,
the path can be...