And the storm rages on.

Her eyes are sad. Swollen from the tears and heartache.
When will she feel whole again? 
When will the worth and value that she holds shine through the darkness that surrounds her.
She feels alone. So alone.
Her heart is broken into a thousand pieces in the wind and she'll never be able to capture them all.
She'll never be the same.
Yet she goes- and she does, trying not to serve those in need of her. 
Turning the other cheek when others whisper.
Feeling so alone.
She's empty. Alone.
Where are the people who claimed to care? The ones she held close through their darkest hours?
She waits alone.
She's alone.