edge

I wonder how she does,
How she does not to break.

I wonder how she did
When they woke her up at dawn.

I wonder how she does,
When she lies down in an empty bed
With only cold sheets to cover the wounds.

When night falls, when silence graces her
Do the thoughts torment her?

I wonder how she does,
To keep, always, her eyes dry
To keep the tragic from withering her face,
Not to destroy herself.

I wonder how she does,
To keep on going.
I admire her.

Upon this thought, I realise
This is a strength I will never have.

I do not want her to break.
I do not.

“Mum?”