When it looks like the fire inside were doused
Do you pretend not to notice?
Do you try and lit it up again?
Will you walk away without a second thought?
Knowing that when you saw her “that day”
She had a smile that said I am me
In my own skin
Do you probe for the reason behind the death stare?
When all she needed was to know you care
That you noticed her smile has disappeared
That the shadow of troubles was floating in the air
She just needed you to listen
Perhaps hold her hand
Not to judge her
When she felt a little bruised
In all this she might need a hug
Will you be there?
Will you turn your back?
Will you walk away?
With the pretense that everything is still okay
Copyright © Wilma Neels