Hope Poem by princess irene Namajja

I saw hope
The one of tender age
Yet on her own
Seeking a soul,
A soul to harbor her grooming
And only flickering trust turned her way

With timid eyes she bowed her head
Afraid to face the world
Frightened of the heart break of worldly blunder
Full of shaky beliefs
Yet knowing not where to go
I knew
Something better is always looking out for us
We just never take it on
we forsake the hope
So we leave her to vulnerable act of mildness
She is never groomed