Wholly encompassed by
Feelings so powerful she
Cannot escape them
Through tears.
Her hands clasp her
Lamenting heart,
Hoping to give it strength,
As she gazes into the
Face of Mother Nature
Searching for advice.
The nearby bedroom window
Offers a consoling breeze to her
Cinnamon locks of hair and
She breathes deeply.
The crimson sky of evening
Dies beyond the horizon
And with it
Dies her pain.

--Kristin M., Adult