Alone inside her head is such a scary place,
Especially when she thinks too much,
There's hardly any space!
"Just forget about it!"
Sometimes,
I tried to warn her,
But, she cannot listen,
Now she's in the corner,
Sometimes the light can hurt,
The garden is full of weeds,
"Where have all the flowers gone ?
Now she can hardly breathe!
She does not want more medicine!
This is not what she chose,
I'd love to see her Blossom,
My precious little Rose
(c)B L Costello 2019