An Empty Shell

She sits alone, an empty shell in the middle of it all. Large as life yet fragile enough to hurt her when she falls. She bears the pain of all reject and heals herself again. She loves, she hates the indifference and wonders who to blame. She does not know or understand the reason is not clear. Perhaps she is not at all sure and it shows up in her fears. Anger that takes hold of her spirit and her mind unwilling to release her from the hold of death in time What is in this empty shell? Has a mind of its own, Yet on the day of her release from it She will find her way back home.