There are no juicy apples here,
No scones with jam and cream,
No lazy weekday rendezvous,
No love to reign supreme.
Alone she turns to face the storm,
Though she wants to run and hide,
From the realties she's faced with,
She said she's ok, but she lied.
Security has melted away,
And replaced itself with dread,
Strategies have made her weak,
No more plotting in her head.
It's time to pull the pin on it,
And see if the **** explodes,
She can no longer walk with this on her back,
It's such a heavy load.
She's not one who likes to whine and moan
She seeks to understand
But sometimes life seems easier
When someone can hold your hand.