HER BATTLES. Broken and wounded she weep With no one noticing her heart bleed. She sat there tired and alone Fighting her battles all alone. The monsters defeated her Yet no one dared to stood beside her. She decided to end it all at once And made a feeble plea in silence A voice so gentle she heard Which seemed close to her heart. "TAKE UP YOUR CROSS AND FOLLOW ME". Jubilant! she fell down on her knee. With an armour made out of faith She fights her battles without fail. This time she is not alone And all her sorrows have now agone. Aien Jr Her battles #poems
