#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…

she stood alone with her hands clenched tight,
The cold and dark void was her only fright...

Her words were left unsung
when she led herself to fight,
The capital was only counted
when her skills would have owned all the rights...

But she still stands with all her might,
untill she becomes the brightest light...






© Dshri