The air leaves her lungs
And she shivers with fear.
She quakes and shakes.
There’s no sound to hear.
Where is she?
She doesn’t know.
One thing she does know
Is she is
Alone.
The smile covers her gasp.
The shaking disguised by a laugh.
“The joy,” they say
When they speak of her.
“The pain,” she whispers
When she thinks of him.
It hurts each morning
And cuts each night.
Some days, without warning,
The darkness shuts the light.
So she holds her chest
And looks to the sky.
Alone she is,
But she’s also
Alive.
“Survive, survive, survive . . . ”
North Star 