Cement

Her fingers clickety clack on the keyboard
Writing obscure tales
Swallowing cement
Her heart is soft
Full of hope
And warfare
A pilgrim walking with a skip and a song
The hall is crowded
We crest the mountain
Take a surprise turn
Follow the road
It's all a shield
Trials and falsehoods
We sit in the booth
Our back to the wall
We sip tea
A sugary surprise
Open the mercy gates
Shake off disdain and reason
I read what she has written and smile.