Chaos

There she stood all alone,a lump in her throat
shaky hands,heavy heart was she all carrying
Who claimed to be with her always,had wished goodnight
leaving her in a state of chaos in midnight
All these years she had prayed for it
something that seemed sand in hand now
No way she could find the way out
She didn’t want it to be out of her life
but the menace is certain now,her head said
‘Call upon me, I will respond’ stuck her again
She lifted those shaky hands and called Him
Every cell of her’s was asking for a miracle
that was the only hope , a life it seemed.