The arms of an abandoned woman

become the hands of a huge clock

moving resignedly to meet the hour,

while holding the pain of the world.

The eyes of an abandoned woman

become beacons in the darkness,

bearing witness to the grief around.

The legs of an abandoned woman

carry her through old, forgotten roads,

looking for a place she can call home.

The hands of an abandoned woman

hold her heart to prevents its pieces

from spilling her blood on the ground.