She sits alone

feeling cold

lost and empty

no one looking for her

No family

no friends

Just darkness surrounds

Sounds of distant traffic

Wondering should she just pick up the knife

And end her pain

Tears slide down her cheek

She’s running out of time

The darkness is getting tighter

she remembers a line

Faith small as a mustard seed

Hoping it’s true for her

She moves to kneel

Bowing her head

She prays

Asking for help

guidance and strength to face the future

Forgiveness for not remembering

Her divine identity and destiny

Knowing she is a child of God