Alone

She walks alone through the darkness,
Dreaming, wondering, wandering,
Searching for something important
Yet foreign to her as yet,
And always seemingly just out of reach.

Once in awhile she finds a clue,
A piece to the puzzle
One might be able to call it,
Only to watch it slip from her grasp
And tumble through the sewer grate.

She has no clear direction,
Only the occasional street lamp
Guides her to a new darkness
A place much like the last,
Yet changed somehow.

Lashing out wildly at the night,
Battling the demon deep within,
Raging against her own soul,
She cries in desperation
Only to slump quietly to the concrete below.

Defeated, disheartened, lost to herself,
Exhausted she weeps, silently
Gasping for fresh air now and then,
Until the blackness of blessed sleep
Comes to claim her once again.

Awakened by a whisper,
"No rest for the weary" it says,
She trudges onward into the abyss
Forcing a belief to emerge...
There is light ahead somewhere.