Nicotine Courage

Huddled on the quiet porch, her hood over her head,
Dragging on the cancer stick and wishing she was dead.
Knowing what she has to do she takes another drag;
But this time to her chagrin she feels her courage lag.
Packing up to leave this place won't be an easy task,
Gazing upwards to the stars she knows she has to ask:
"God how can I break their hearts?"  She sadly flicks the ash.
Maybe she should think some more and not do something rash.
She sees a lonely car drive by and knows it's time to leave.
Stubbing out her cigarette she slowly starts to grieve.
Before she goes back in the house she pauses at the door,
And then she sits back down again to think, and smoke one more...