Should You Need Me.

Should You Need Me

She cries into the night her careful defense
Of a life defined  that makes no sense,
Softly weeps into darkness her plight
Which sits on her chest supping her in
Quiet malovolent bites
Unhurried and gluttonous.

She keens into the night, prays for easy respite
Tastes the dust of betrayal and lack of foresight
Her mistakes leaching her foothold into a soggy
Pool of quicksand
Shadowy silvery mercurial, elusive wonderland.

And in her sickness and in health she  nurses
Her own robustness she silently wondering, curses
Yet what would happen to those, innocent
Of her mistakes
Those little arms that tug hers hands and immerses
All joy and pain all hope of gain, of love and sandmen,
In a sea of faithful briny forgiveness...

Onwards to new life then, chug ahead little engines cute!
Forget old tracks  abandoned, disrepaired, disused.
I have shedded them and settled down to be,
Your course correcting muse,
For as long as you should
Need me.

© Amrita Valan 2015