Quarantined (Day Eight)

Quarantined, she walks the shoreline

And wallows in its depressing stillness

Waits for the high tide to return in life

And free her from self-imposed isolation,

Beyond the mountain ranges the clouds

Loiter, throw shadows as the sun hides

Makes her wish, she could float and fly

Far from the ravaged world and reality,

Ready to sail, waits for the floodwaters, 

To rise as dreams and revive her fortune!