Lonely Sorrow (A Verbal Painting)

A tear.
Traces a shining line down her cheek.
Drips off a quivering chin, drawing your eye to thin, trembling lips.
Her mouth opens, but no sound comes.
She looks up at you.
Eyes the color of rain clouds, stare right into you.
Soft locks swirl around her face, sticking to her wet cheeks.
Her hand is outstretched, fingers out and up, as is she can't decide if she's reaching out for you or telling you to stay away.
Her grey dress, marked with irregular white streaks, flows around her bare feet.
She stands in a shallow pool of water, growing ever deeper through the years as she weeps.
A tear.
Rippling through time.
A daughter seeking refuge, bereft of someone dear.
So grieved she can do nothing but mourn alone.
She is in you, she is in me.
Look around you.
It does not have to be this way.
Take Lonely Sorrow into your arms.
That's all she needs is to be comforted.
Will you not reach out?
Something as simple as sitting beside someone hurt and letting them cry for a while.
Give them the strength to simply be.
Do you know how much it means to just be held?
We can move on.
Problems can be solved, lessons can be learned.
But don't let us go through the aftershock of some of life's trials alone.
Who will be there for Lonely Sorrow?