Her life.

Back inside her box,
Crunching on the shells,
Whispering silent words.
Are they prayers, are they spells?
Tension in her stomach,
Although she loves this place,
Caused by second guessing.
She is better when there’s space.
She cares.   She always cares,
But that is not the cause.
Considering your mood first,
Puts her life on pause.