A Calling

A merry maid
Went out today.
A maid she hardly was.
She had a joy within her heart
And fear to part - away.
With secrets of the past,
Her life of a tired soul,
Oh dear -
Nothing - a calling - nothing was
Left to her.
Sullen and distraught,
With bare hope of
Empty loving.
Like birds in search
Of worrms
With her secret now
Beholden to cause
And to effect.
She knew she would make a contact,
A calling,
In her head.