A candle lit by the window, burned

She stood there, in contemplation

In the only place, she knew so well

Locked away, she was seeking salvation

From those, who chastised, for naught

She fought hard in the very beginning

Alas, she dared not fight them anymore

There was never a chance of her winning

Where she remained, alone, in her beauty

Kept inside, what they called, a living hell

Most had forgotten why she was there

But, she’d never let them forget, her name was Elle

 

April Writing Prompts – Her name was Elle – Day 30/30 – Hard to believe another month is gone, not only for Michelle’s prompts, but this is also the end of National Poetry Month.  Here’s to looking ahead!!

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