Late at night in her bed
she says her prayers
in head.
To keep her safe
through the night
until the dawn of
mornings light.
For when night time
falls and darkness creeps
in that's when the battle
with her demons begin
and the skeletons inside
her closet they to are
making her life a living hell.
She says her life is like a
turtle living in her shell not
only is it her home but her
prison as well.
Something happened years
ago that left a hole inside her
soul.
I would visit her a few times
a week though it would break
my heart and make me weep.
For I could not understand how
this women so awesome, this
women so grand, would let her
life go to hell and choose to
live inside her shell away from
others from herself as well.