Perched Upon A Wooden Log

Perched upon a wooden log,

The young girl sat, back straight and still as fog.

Her thoughts were wrapped in clouds of sorrow,

Drifting, lost—like there was no tomorrow.

Around her, trees stood tall and bare,

As if the world had ceased to care.

No birds to sing, no leaves to sway,

Just silent hours slipping away.

The wind brushed past, but felt like glass,

Each gust a ghost from seasons past.

No song, no smile, no soul to share—

Just empty echoes in the whispering air.

Her eyes were wells.

But no tears escaped,

Her voice had vanished long ago,

Buried beneath the weight of woe.

Buried beneath the weight of woe.

But beside her sat a raven, black and still,

As if it, too, had lost its will.

It watched her with a quiet grace,

A shadow with a feathered face.

"How could you show no emotion?" The young girl asked, "How could you feel no pain?"

But the raven sat so very still, not uttering a single word, as if it had nothing to gain.

The raven owned no joy, no name,

Yet never bowed beneath the flame.

No voice to weep, no eyes that rain—

How does it carry all this pain?

"I have nothing," the young girl whispered to the feathery creature, "And so do you. No soul to shatter, nothing left to lose."

The raven’s voice was low but clear:

"I carry shadows, yet I persevere—

For even darkness holds what’s dear."

"I hold the night, the stars, the sky,

A world unseen by your weary eye.

A song that soars beyond the pain,

A reason rising through the rain."

She looked into those coal-black eyes,

And felt a spark begin to rise.

Though lost and worn, her heart beat slow—

A fragile hope began to grow.

The wind, it whispered through the trees,

A gentle hum, a soft reprise.

The raven stretched its wings to soar,

A silent promise to restore.

Together in the fading light,

They faced the endless, starless night.

Two souls adrift, yet bound as one,

Waiting for the coming sun.

And no longer was the young girl buried beneath the weight of woe,

no.

She had no home, no heart to own, no cry to own.

But she had something to live for.

Thank you!!!