- The iGlobe
The Lady on the Moon

Distant,
And far away from home.
Non-existent,
Tears oozed like honey from the honeycomb.
Silent,
With no shoulder to cry on.
Defiant,
Her heart’s spirit was never truly gone.
Riant,
She felt watching the stars.
Vibrant,
Colors healed her deep, deep scars.
Pilot,
She became of her soul.
Excited,
Tomorrow she will sail back home.
A poem about feeling alone by Dalia Albarak