SHE'S READY

Her lips they smile
Her eyes say otherwise
Her words are fake
The cues I take

In the lake of grief
A house she keeps
A tattered hut
Stuck in a rut

All alone she sails
And never fails
More strong than the hill
That might her kill

Her screams are quiet
Like after a riot
There is no blood
Just tears flood

She's a selfless victim
Of her own dictum
But she faces the wounds steady
A war rages and she's ready