I'll Be Here When You Get Through

as she battles to pick up pennies dollars fly past like angered hornets with glass walls that are penetrated by many her world could launch a thousand sonnets to find traces of joy in this life one must squint for the light is so dim sometimes in this darkness she wields a knife words that cut psyche as well as skin this malaise came about slowly there are no prescriptions for what ails a book inscribed with the word holy rests on her nightstand to no avail the sun may set in the East before vivacity returns to her home ask why, but she will not speak of this plight as being her own