The Woman

She ever sits motionless,

Staring blankly at the empty wall,

Her head full of everything,

Yet she is unable to think anything.

She ponders what has passed,

And dreams of what is yet to come,

The life she will live,

The things she could do...

But it remains the same for her,

Hope gave way long before,

Of anything better.

The wonders of childhood,

Had long since vanished,

The burdens placed upon her,

Had taken their toll.

So she sits,

Wanting it all to change,

Yet afraid to make the difference.

Jeremy Kidd

3-18-99