Lonely in the Night

Lonely in the night,
Looking at my plight,
Confused with what is wrong,
and what is right.

Clear sky,
Filled with bright moon light,
Yet, gloomy –gloomy night,
Heavy heart and poor sight.

Past is past,
So say vast,
With lots of pain at last,
Still up and steadfast.

Like to share,
With little extended care,
Still feel unfair,
Every night a nightmare.

Puzzled with one’s life,
Stumbled between roles of
Women and wife,
Is there any knife to tear apart,
The hidden secret and guilt in my heart.

Myself, my husband, my family,
Circle blindly and abruptly,
To break the chain,
With whip or cane,
To fly like wild crane,
And to feel the spells of rain.

At last, at last, the mighty night rolled on,
With the haunting sun rising on
No wonder, blooming flowers and chirping birds,
I count my past with sequences numbered.

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