Wednesday, March 16, 2011


I see her and gaze into her eyes.
Her mind shattered by all the lies.

Where there was once hope, now pain.
Wondering if she will ever be happy again.

I see her grow yet suspended in time.
Never moving forward, always left behind.

Dreaming of what could be.
Never reaching beyond the gloom.
Lying on her bed in her forever closed room.

Her shades drawn, closed tight.
Eternally looming night.

I hear her speak but never above a whisper.
Hoping yet afraid someone might hear.

Looking for answers she kneels on the floor.
Saying a silent prayer once more.

I see her. She is me.
Forever running to be free.