Later on

“Later on,” she always says.

Later on is always there.

It waits, itching to be touched,

She isn’t looking forward to it much.

She wants to escape, but not this way,

Would she rather go or rather stay?

To stay is harder than to go,

But going means letting everyone know,

She couldn’t cope with all the pain,

She had much more she could have gained.

But later on soon arrived,

Time to face the world than to rather hide.

Later on meant goodbye.

Later on meant she had to cry.

                                Grace Lawton