she sits
at ease
waiting
for
the emptiness
to leave
her heart
beat
quickens
she slows
the rhythm
with a breath
that silently escapes
her
lungs
showing
no sign
nor
does
her face
that
this waiting
is
not with ease
rather than
tearing a tissue
talking about
the possible issue
she waits
alone
in her private
zone
that she enters
when
the walls
close in
she
a master
of self control
doesn’t stare
doesn’t glare
she
not in a dream
sees realities
in her tranquil state
of
om