Her heart on fire

her soul weak

yet the mind keeps pacing

she holds back tears with her smile

recites “all is well” like a reggae hit

her voice soft yet her speech affirming

she knows she will get through it

but she Tires,

Tires from putting other first

yet she doesn’t know how to put her first

She tires of defending herself

she tires from the sorry refrain

yet she has to keep going

today she wants to sleep

long enough not to think

quiet enough not to have to speak

at a deserted place

Just for one or two days

she wants to reboot


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