• To fill the space
    Where a soul might be,
    A sitting-rock
    Rests beneath a tree.

    To hold up a chin
    That only wants to sink,
    False courage is given
    By pencil traced with ink.

    To brace a child
    Against the storm,
    There sits a mother,
    Whose arms are strong and warm.

    To keep me alive,
    Despite my fear,
    I make up emotions
    That just... aren't... here.