Ill Caused Sorrow

She stands before me,
red rimmed eyes distant,
unfocused.
And she shrugs. Not
able to say what can't
be said.
Her heart is broken,
though not by love;
by ailment unkind and
Deadly.
By love she strengthens,
survives surviving
without.
Fear corners her into
unwillingness and doubt;
her eyes are red from
sleepless tear-filled
nights.
Falling with walls to
protect, she stands
before me.