Positioned beside a cinnamon scented candle, captivated by it flame.
She ponders about her destiny, whether it beholds someone providing succor.
Reflecting about what should be implemented, rather than finding something to blame.
Wondering what is the missing element, to making her feel complete.
Is it something already existant on the path she leads?
The seasons seemingly rush past, for a fleeting moment she feels so petite
in a world of uncertainty, all becomes overwhelming.
Losing aspirations, whilst remaining optimistic for the uncertain future
as no one can foresee what nor where is pending.
She shall await those years, trying to live in the present
cherrishing individual moments despite their withering.
One certainty is she will strive to not be have loneliness as an intent.