Posted in Poetry

Will to Fight

Yes loneliness a lonely hunter

And he’s calling me by name

Not out of hunger

But pity and shame…

And the call is familiar

Like that of a wading shore-

No will to look back

Or right for more…

With royal purple shouting

Amid inviting lights…

Only the storm moves on

With my will to fight.

Author:

I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.

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