Farce

The only door known, stood closed She raised her hands to push them open A fear strange clenched at her heart She pulled back fearing even to knock Unsure of what her eyes would accost An expression of joy or impatience naked She stood at a loss confused and distressed Her own no longer familiar and known She remembered the day she was lost at the fair The colorful scenes had turned bleak causing scare When the hands that had held her had left her forlorn She had fought back the tears, pretending to be strong The little girl within had always acted brave No one saw the farce and thought she would prevail She knew not of another way but to courage, fake And wished eyes caring would to the truth awake