Looking up to the sky she questioned herself,
“Am I the one who will absorb the pain of others?”
A gust of wind engulfed her.
A shriek of silence acted as an alarm of thunder crash.
Was that a response from the nature?
Or was it a deep faith that the almighty had in her?
Was she a girl with a tired soul?
And is in an attempt of soul search,
Unfolding past wounds and debilitating pathos.
Bewildered, mystified; she stood by the window.
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