I think of all the things
that go through ones mind...
Daughter of mine,
your eyes, so bright and full of life...
Dream Thieves.
Woefully the dandelions sway opposite the wind...
How can you deny your own blood?
How can you hurt someone like that...
Hate is strong and I am not,
forgive me, Lord, for feelings wrought...
There are no shiny medals
For these soldiers brave and true...
The air was flawed with soul-dirtied junction
Unfamiliar trees whose branches malfunction...
I go to school knowing I will get made fun of
As I walk into class and the murmurs begin...
I brought a canvas to paint something new,
I have my colors ready, to paint a new me...
The twine swung empty in the breeze
beckoning for its next prey...
I took a walk on dripping streets
With nighttime as my veil...
I'm a mother now
Don't know what to do...