a song

it rests inside her heart

of this I am sure

anxious are the steps

in each unlit morn

a soul so deep

and painfully pure

her hand

I look to take

but so often I cannot reach

innocence dimmed in life’s realities

pushing forward

in hope that tomorrow’s sunset

continues to teach

walking paths laid at her feet

feeling half full

has her seeking a choice

the journey

sows the seeds

a song will be sung

as she finds her voice