She Holds

Tiny footsteps;

The dwelling place 

For all that screams 

In anguish.

 

Subtle torn 

And tattered bare 

For this is all 

She knows.

In understanding 

Faith has spoken, 

Sure 

As the sun is hot.

Strength unfolds; 

Powerless, 

And warned 

Of its arrival.

Shame 

And broken promises 

Scattered about the floor;

She hears the voices 

Calling her,

Silent in their memory.

 

To feel 

Would represent the fall 

Of that which is 

Everlasting;

A truth she never wanted still, 

Yet holds within her palm.-