Sitting in Her Room Alone

“Now what?” she said to herself,

Thrown and blown by time and fate again.

“Why me?” she exclaimed to herself,

Torn and tattered, worn and withered in pain.

Sitting in her room alone,

to find a ray of hope that shone,

looking at mistakes she’s own,

if only she’d have known;

regretting makes no difference… realized,

for even the things all well analyzed,

fate and chance will play such game,

that all our actions will look so lame.

“Yet I must try”, she pondered deeply,

“To win all wars as a lion fiercely”,

For our actions, struggles have some meaning,

Fate only favours the valiant redeeming.


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