You die a little inside. Pieces of you lay broken scattered
across the floor.
We walk around it. Pretending not to see.
Ravaged your body
slumbers. Your mind frantic.
Searching for peace. Time heals.
Where there was light lives darkness.
Physically numb. Spiritually bound.
Your soul
empty and broken. Raw.
She will rise again.
Her heart battle fatigued. Quietly
she mourns. Wearing her armour.
She smiles. She pretends.
No one
really sees her.
A little girl lost. Get up her father cries.
But he does not
catch her.
