In her world full of muted colors, she stares,

under a vast and dark sky, she lays,

with each crawl, the field murmurs,

her stories that never were told. 

She’s kept tied down by a cruel world,

her spirits trapped in shades of gray. 

She finds herself alone,

her story that never was told. 

On the edge of the horizon’s hug,

she spreads out eager to trace, 

the faraway house, a sign of home

that never had stories to unfold. 

She grazes her fingers along the ground, 

feeling its pulse and value,

she was looking for comfort to embrace,

the story she couldn’t ever unfold.