The woman

I am the carer of hundreds
I am the one who falls apart
On your behalf

I am the watcher of fortunes
When you fall from the golden cup
I pick you up.

I am the comfort in the dark
When your tears spill beside me
I am the handkerchief

I am the sponge of sorrow
When your eyes are no longer bright
I am the one who will make you fight

I am the pillow for a restless soul
When you have given up on it all
I won't let you fall

I am a woman of this world
In this frightening , horrible land
I'm here, take my hand