covered with deep scars deep enough to be
known she found herself strained
holding herself up on the stump she gave up
asking herself is she a cover of book
daunting in her thoughts
she found herself lost
untill unless a wave of hope emerged
a glimpse of sunlight provoked
from chrysanthemums to roses
from wallflowers to sunflowers
she found the trade counterbalanced
trusting the nature's cycle of reactions
she started the story again yet this time she was ready.......................................