The Christian Sister

She sits upright smiling With small talk prepared A tear in one eye Running fingers through her hair Pride for her husband Pride for her son Pride for her home For herself exists none Admired, adored, respected With knives in her back She hides the longing For the happiness she lacks Mental persecution Overpowers her positivity But somehow she finds strength To sit upright smiling With small talk prepared A tear in one eye Having everyone fooled And def to her internal cry...