Pondering

The tears fall so deep,

As long a river flows, she weeps ,

Tender , love and so innocent,

Yet confident and content,

She cries when she’s alone,

Yet around others she’s composed as stone,

Missing inside herself and her home,

She’s trapped in dome,

She has friends yet, seems lonely,

As she prays “if only life gets easier” if only,

She has to be strong,

But how long,

Her inner child so scared so afraid,

But she doesn’t want to lose the progress she made,

I might not feel it now or understand,

But when I write I know my feelings aren’t bland ,

I might think of what I write to how I feel,

But maybe it’s a distorted view of what’s real ,

I try so hard to write my thoughts and what’s real,

But I’m stuck on the true deal,

Behind reality,

Vs sanity