She is lonely but she is kind,
She had a bestfriend to whom she lied.

In her solitude, she held herself,
Without getting a therapy or help.

Once the night falls, she gaze the stars,
Which helps her recover the past scars.

What healed her the most,
Was to avoid those pills that she overdosed.

Her anxiety and depression were fighting their own battle,
Thousands of things in her mind rattle.

She looks for one thing,
A peaceful corner in the world where she could wholeheartedly sing.

To find peace in her solitude,
When small things could make her have gratitude.

A lowly cat to cheer up,
An empty plate with a filled tea cup.

In her tiny cottage, where she live,
When there is nothing to take but everything to give.

Away from the formalities, away from her family and niece,
A moment with herself where she has found her inner peace.


© Fifa 🦋