You cry out loud

And they all come running.

Instead

She stifles herself.

Covers her own mouth.

Maybe she is too proud.

It is all relative.

Life.

And what we perceive as disaster.

Our minds comprehending the thick and thin

From different angles.

Maybe she finds herself not good enough.

 Her worries

Less worthwhile.

She has held back so far,

The cry.

Thinking she would use it only

In her last effort

To hold the velvet curtains

Open.

But perhaps

She will slip

Into the

Silver twilight

With only a

Sigh.