Described as being brave, the hero said
she really didn’t feel she had a choice.
She paused to let another act instead,
but no one stepped ahead. She heard no voice
beyond her own say necessary verbs.
There wasn’t any time to hesitate.
Need needs be met, for otherwise disturbs
the soul and sends the sense of self toward hate.

Somebody had to think like an adult.
The kids were petulant, the exes sick
with bitterness. For growing to result,
for happiness to kindle from that wick,
then one at least must rise to meet a call
that isn’t fun or comfortable at all.