She lost her touch.
She lost her smile.
She hasn't been herself
in quite a long while.

Every day she'd look,
but all seemed gone.
She lay in bed
for all was wrong.

Her thoughts and actions
were not her at all.
She'd crumble at every step,
every mile, every fall.

She stayed this way
for a couple of years.
Waking up to sadness
and lying in tears.

After all this time
she wants to change things.
Let hope take a hold
and let happiness sting.

She will find her touch.
She will smile.
She will find herself,
but this time in a short while.

She lays on a canoe
whirling gently on the stream.
Her red dress shimmers
as the sun gives a great beam.

She smiles at the sky
with its radiant blue,
and porcelain clouds
and air fresh and new.

She enjoys the sounds
of the bustling, rippling waves.
Towards to a land
and the path it paves.

She picks flowers in the spring
and eats popsicles in the summer heat.
She jumps in piles of leaves in the fall
and in winter fuzzy socks snuggle her feet.

She wears her spring dresses
and swims in the deep.
She shivers in the autumn breeze
and shovels snow filling up quite steep.

She views new plants growing
and tans in the sun so bright.
She glares at the glowing  colors
and plays in a snowball fight.

She looks to the butterflies fluttering
and jumps in a pool.
She picks golden, juicy apples
and is bundled in blankets of wool.

No matter the season
she is giddy  and free.
In every season
she is who she is destined to be.

dreary, overcast skies
she enjoys.
winds rustling by
she takes right in.

the wet, damp branches
drip swiftly on her skin.
the tree twirls and dances
shaking all its limbs.

the green slowly fades
taking away all the life
but embraces the shades
so beautiful in their own way.

Is it too late
or do I have a chance?
I want to live for tomorrow.
I want to sing and dance.

Is there enough
time for me to see the light of day?
Am I given another chance
to reclaim my name?

The clocks are ticking
and I hear do I have enough time
to be myself, to grow,
and have what is mine.

Lord, help me to let go
of the pain from my past.
Help me to uncover my feelings
instead of being blindfolded by a mask

Lord, show me, guide me
to know I did the right thing.
Right now I'm hurting
and not sure of anything.

Lord, you know my future
and I put it in your hands.
Lord, help me to let go
and one day to understand.

in the darkness

she hears the silence echo

like the air has a voice

and it follows where the winds go...



she listens for bats

to shriek through their wings

after fleeing from the light

her flashlight brings.



she stumbles on each crack

and shivers from the thought of breaking,

the light flickering on the path

from her frightened hands shaking.



soon her fear subsides

when a light appears at the end.

a great relief to her eyes

only the sun could send.