The Trail
A Poem of Longing, Love, and Unwavering Hope
The afternoon was passing by,
As the sun was starting to abseil.
The wind was whispering through the grass
As she stood there on the trail.
The lighthouse rose in the distance;
It stood there grand and tall,
Its beacon sweeping through the dusk,
Keeping an eye out for those needing assistance.
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Each day you'd see her standing there,
The lady by the shore,
Waiting for her one true love
To come home to her once more.
Her gaze would drift toward the light,
A silent prayer within her eyes—
The keeper, he knew and understood
How her heart had now become bruised.
———
A bunch of flowers in her hand,
In her heart an aching pain,
She will walk barefoot upon the sand each day
Until her lover returns again.
About the Creator
Cindy🎀
Hey, I’m Cindy – a K-pop newbie turned addict with a keyboard and way too many opinions. When I’m not screaming about talented artists, I’m writing poetry or ranting about my life.
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This was so poignant yet so beautiful. Loved your poem!
The pain of silence and waiting is hard and aching too 💔 You've captured it beautifully in your poem ✨👌