In memory of a dear friend. For her, those she touched, and those like her.
I'm beautiful
you tell me.
I am your dream,
but why am
I unable to sleep?
You want me near
you all times.
I haven't seen
friends or close
relatives for a while.
It's safe inside
where others
can't see me or
hurt what's yours.
You say I'm your princess.
You never mean
to hurt me.
You wish I would
understand.
I think I'm scared of you.
Maybe I do
deserve this.
Surely I am
the reason.
This is for my own good.
It's love?
If I let you beat me,
will you be satisfied?
If I do all you say,
will you stop hurting me?
Pain.
Screaming.
Broken skin.
Fresh, dark bruises.
Please let me rest.
I promise
you can proceed.
I beg you
a moment, please, of rest.
You fell asleep.
And I knew
If I stayed here
I would die.
I had to escape this.
No more.
I have turned my weakness
into strength,
My running blood
to amber,
gem of courage.
Because I was broken
I can help
heal those like me.
I reach out
into darkness.
They are lost in the dark
as I was.
I bring them home,
back to light;
they aren't alone.
I touch lives and change them.
Whole classrooms.
Individuals.
Forever
taking new course.
From weak to strong,
I am anew.
My Father calls.
"It's time to rest.
"Come Home."
