Alone

There she sits, alone,
In a world all her own,
A captive without a prison.
She sits and stares,
Stares at nothing as her eyes,
As her eyes fight back tears.

But here I stand, tall,
And to her I call,
But my words fall upon
Nothing but silence.
Many before me have
Given up all hope,
But here I stand,
Tall for her, and her alone.

I give her food,
She lays it aside.
I give her clothes,
But she tosses them away.
I give her my words,
And she brushes them
Off of her shoulder.
She says she doesn’t need help,
But I will not stop trying
Until she is finally free.

I am here, standing tall
For one who doesn’t want help.
I poke around with my words,
Finding a crack in her world,
I find one, and with a single phrase
I gain her attention.
She looks at me in shock,
I had said something shocking,
But then she realizes
That I had my own world once,
And she looks back down
And reflects on events.

Slowly I tug at her world,
Breaking it bit by bit.
Eventually she smiles,
Her eyes have nothing to hold back,
They glow with happiness.
She doesn't thank me,
But I know that she
Is grateful for my help.

So here I stand, tall for her,
And there she sits,
With a smile on her face,
As we talk together
Of life and more.