One Survivor in this world

She must stay here.
They might come back for her.
But until then she must wait.
Eternally in pain.
Eternally alone.

She sees a light.
Could it be someone?
Someone here to save her?
Someone to take away this misery?
Someone to shatter the silence?

But it is just a lighthouse.
She still finds hope from it.
If the light can make it through this.
This storm called life.
Then she can make it too.

She may not enjoy it.
But she will live life until it ends.
She will stay here.
Whether she is alone or with others.
She will still be here until her death.

Cursed forever to stay.
She will find a way to make it exciting.
Make it more enjoyable then it is.
She will fight this storm.
With everything she has in her.

She may be alone in this fight.
There may be no one left to help her.
No one to listen to her cries for help.
No one to dry her tears.

But she would be the one survivor.
The one human left.
The only one in the world.
Just like the lighthouse.
She would help guide anything.
Any animal, plant, or unknown thing.

She would be their lighthouse.
Their final hope in this world.
Their last thought before they died.
Their savior and their hero.

She would be the one.