He whispered to her soul,
With one look in his eyes,
As if promising to make her whole.
She shyly protested,
Though he was no longer there,
And her fears were then tested.
Knowing she was bound to fail,
Not an ounce of her believing,
She’d somehow prevail.
Every night waiting to know it was true,
She’d let everyone down,
There was nothing left to do.
Her body grew weary and her hope died,
She pressed on in duty,
Wanting someone to know she at least tried.
The trial and pains all came to an end,
Without the notice of a single soul,
For no one had joy left to spend.
Fell on the face of any of those set free,
For none of them ever expected life,
And none knew what they could be.
With a stern, grim look on his face,
Walked forward to the girl who’d hoped,
Until she saw her fears in this deserted place.
The man spoke softly to her now,
“Is not always learning to push back,
But to make it through somehow.”