She.

She thinks she's strong.
She's fought too long.
She feels she's losing.
She fret she's rotting.

Why?
Is the love given not enough?
Is the sacrifice made not holy?
Is the time spent not just?
Is she just not it?

Hang on, she said.
The road is long.
But please make her strong.
Let her belong.
For why is it so wrong?

Have faith, she reminds.
For God is Just.
He would suffice.
Patience, she held onto.
Belief, she breathed in
.
Just keep calm, and trust God.
Keep calm, and trust God.
Calm, trust, God.
Calm, trust.
God.
God.
God.