Fear defines her
as it oozes
out of every pore
in great droplets,
and seeps inevitably
through her
mental fabric.
She looks around
this place
that was called home,
and grasps
the hands of her children
firmly, too firmly,
pushing against resistance
with her sweaty palms,
before shuffling
out the door,
bag on back,
terror in soul.
In the face of fear
she leaves;
in the instinct
for survival
she heads to
the door,
not knowing
where to go,
only knowing that
she has to slip
out into the street;
she has face the
mystery of tonight.
She has to protect
her young
like a mother animal
filled with the
resolve of fear,
as she goes
into the wild,
as she steps
into the unknown
world of the
lamp lit street.
31/8/2016