Frowning she sits staring out the window.
Staring beyond, her fingers touching the glass.
Her world so changed and so unstable.
A single tear slips down her pale cheek.
Segregated, alone and feeling lost.
She dreams of better days and bigger things.
From life she knows not what she wants.
A longing, a desire to want more.
This life of hers seems an endless battle.
The rain it pours down tapping the window.
Her forehead touches the cold glass.
A heaviness sits upon her like the rain clouds...