Mortified.

Mortified, she hides her fear.

Behind her smile, falls her tears

She must be strong, like her mother before her.

For they did not tarry when trouble drew near.

They held on, as she tried.

She would be strong, but she tires.

Finding comfort when she’s alone.

For then she could let every tear roll.

She begs them not to ask her

To not be so humiliated

For what she fears is nothing

But the worry of a child

One that has had a perfect life.

Everything provided for.

One who knows not to care for others

That’s where she was lost.

When they needed her the most,

She could not help

When they asked her to stay

That’s when she wept.

It baffled her to think

That someone could love her

But every time she neared the brink

His hand would hold her

Though others saw through her,

They would not understand

They would call her a ‘baby’

Shake it off

But that’s not going to help…

It’s not what she needs the most.

Her fears are light, simple and easy to write off

But her fears are her fears, like it or not.

She cries out to the unseen

Feels His warm embrace,

Because He understands.

He’s been in her place.

The city darkens as the moon disappears

She holds on to herself,

Knowing He’s got her under his wing

Safe, to herself she sings.