A storm was coming,
She knew it was close and it would devestate her
Her mentors urging her to depart
She could've left ,
She should've left.
Yet, she stayed back at great cost
Alienated and pitied,
For the innocent souls who depended on her
She could've left,
She should've left.
The storm is now her world,
But her children live in sunshine
She lays beside the beast each night,
Whilst her angels play with sun rays
She could've left,
She should've left.
But she didn't
For she isn't a martyr , she is a mother