My heart is drenched by sorrow
My days now grow darker.
I have become like a tree in a desert waiting to Wilder.
Even my eyes has become blind to see a better tommorow.


I lie awake all night,praying and pondering,
Hoping the day will bring with it happiness :
Only to embrace another day buried in sadness.
Another day that greets my morning with good mourning.


Hope has become a scarce commodity.
Dream has become a nightmare.
I'm lost in my body , but I'm not aware,
For my body now looks like a desolate city.


These pains has made me stronger,
My mind is now like a Stone:
Broken, but will remain strong.
Give up?...never!


I have become a fighter -
A fighter that careless about how many fight left to win.
I have become a mother hen,
Patiently incubating my eggs, till life springs out.