The Lonely Stone Statue

Floating along on a lonely raft,

Lost and alone in the sea so vast.

Without a care,

In and out of consciousness she spotted a fading mountain in the middle of nowhere.

Floating closer glimpses of brown through the thick lazy fog she could see. 

A Calloused mountain above the restless waves standing proudly.

Flanked with green she crossed the heavy mountain,

A mammoth task to pull herself through the thick and thin.

On the edge, reaching almost the top she noticed a figure,

A cold, lone statue she recognised as though it called out to her. 

Not knowing what to say,

She warmed it in a heartfelt embrace hoping to bring it back to life someday.

Slowly she slipping off as though a push with a rough gale,

Leaving it behind with a face so pale.

As she fell, she stared solemnly ahead into the eyes of the cold, emotionless stone she adored,

Unaware of the sorrow it had lured.

Below she fell into the sea of depression to drown in her own tears,

Leaving behind her worldly fears. 

As she hit and slapped the dark waters so deep, 

All She needed was new ray of hope which was not far away or hard to keep. 

-Sanaya.