Once More

She choked on every breath
under the shadow of the sneering fault-finder
that she was having to face
each moment, each day.
She was screamed at, once more,
after, she smiled and sang aloud, once more,
and when it was cold and dark,
she curled up in her warm bed, once more.
And slowly, without a sound,
her chest moved up and down, in its own rhythm,
as she sobbed through the night, once more.
Her throat ached from holding the sound of her cry,
her jaw seemed to have lost its strength,
and her empty 'pocket of Love' teased her, once more.
She closed her eyes trying to fight back,
she hugged her pillow, wore a smile,
thought of the good times and fell asleep.

She'd added a unit of strength to herself, once more.

And maybe that's why people touch and hug too...
To be able to share every feeling,
without having to say anything.