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.
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