Morning

In a corner of the bed
with her arms around her knees,
she pretends that she’s okay.
She has to get up
and go to work
to start another day.
What she wouldn’t give
for a little reassurance,
something to stop the pain.
The door is open.
The shades are drawn.
While it’s quiet, she will pray.
All those years
with the light left on,
what a dazzling display.
She lies in bed,
her eyes closed tight,
wishing her life away.