In Her Shell

Late at night in her bed, she says her prayers in her head. To keep her safe through the night, until the dawn of the morning light . For when night time falls and, darkness creeps in, that is when the battle with her demons begin and, the skeletons inside her closet they too are making her life a living hell. She said her life is like a turtle living in her shell, not only is it her home but, her prison as well. Something happened years ago, that left a hole inside her soul. I would visit her a few times a week though, it would break my heart, it would make me weep. For I could not understand, how this women so awesome, this women so grand, would let her life go to hell and, choose to live inside her shell away from others, from herself as well.