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
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