She exists,
her body is there,
but her mind is somewhere else,
she is tired,
and sleep will come,
but it will not stop the fear
from coming
it must be felt,
but it will not overtake her,
because she is unmovable,
her love that clamors to life
sparks the fire that keeps it going,
when hardly there is anything left to burn,
she defies imagination with her being
by creating energy to move this body
out of its idleness to perform the mundane
rituals of work.