This time it is
not a joke...

On my knees again
Praying for another miracle...

*This story was written by me for my older cousin*
Would it ever be okay again...

She looks in the mirror
What does she see...

Stranger
in my own skin...

We stride into the
luxurious hotel restaurant...

I see her in the distance and no one knows but me
She shines like gold and silver and walks so...

She stood staring at her reflection in the mirror
She saw a teen, age fifteen...

Resistance
it calls to you...

Take my hand babe and we can conquer
the pain, the hurt, and the sorrow...

Silence has a voice,
yet not many hear it...

Every so often
there is just...