Many moons have passed
She’s been dead and buried
A dusty unmarked grave
Is all that's left of this warrior woman!
Silence pervades
Waiting for news of her beloved
She died pining
But the great release is not for her
Strung between this life and the afterlife
She wanders, restless
Around the places and thoughts
That were dear to their love
Wondering, what had she done
That was so wrong
To live waiting
Die unspoken
To love completely
And die,
Alone and restless
This warrior woman
Anita Atina
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warrior-woman/
