Reasoning Sorrow

She'd been lately drawing dead trees,
on asking her the reason, she told
she's interested in its state of decay.
Dead on the inside, but still standing
firm like a silent guardian refusing to
submit to death.

Much like her, to be true
After 10 years of contemplation,
a fresh bud started sprouting
from her branches of hope.
But a cruel hand of fate
plucked it off her tender body.

...And now she stands dead
in the stillness of winter,
but yet she stands, tall and straight
braving the howling winds
and the cruel storms
as an epitome of determination
far beyond all expectations
after suffering an incongruent miscarriage
like a dead tree.