A line of idle days

Melt slowly into one another

Paralysis of the soul

Is beginning to take place.

Misery lacks company

She yearns for a friend

But nothing materializes

Nothing takes shape.

Indifference takes over

She yields to misfortune

It dampens her spirit

And breaks her heart.

She wants to escape

The cycle of self-pity

She wants new beginnings

She needs a fresh start.

Will someone emerge

To be her saving grace

Rescue her from obscurity

And save her soul

Or will she have to

Go it alone

Have faith in herself

And learn to be bold.