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.
Chole Into Diamonds 