A Docile Woman

She, a docile woman,

Sat in the nook of her chamber 

Her gaze fixed on the sketched walls,

A haunted mind is her only friend,

Thought hovers round the corners,

Too vulnerable to fight with fears,

Cheeks visible with marked tears,

A gleam of optimism peered in,

Through the strings of light beams, 

The well's tears never ceased flowing,

Her deepest pain ripped her apart,

Wet pillows comforted her.

Her agony lulled her into a deep slumber,

Engulfed with beautiful vivid dreams,

Laughed a lot, played with children,

Her attention was drawn to something,

She blinked a few times,

 It was all a dream, she realized,

Moonlight shone in with its silvery rays,

There was a glimmer of hope.

She soothed and nurtured her as a mother,

It's an amazing sensation to experience,

In mother's arms, which gradually relaxes the mind,

Her eyes were welling up with tears, 

Never ceased flowing,

It's a tear of joy.