What a beautiful summer night with breezes soft to blow. Flickering stars above, one of natures finest shows. 
- The tune of crickets in the background, weaving with the night. The smell of fresh air, taking it in- this beauty without the lights. 
- Across vast lawn, through moist grass and to the edge of wood, moonlight peers down from up above. Natures mood tonight, seemingly good. 
- Close your eyes, inhale deeply, be taken in by this night...fall away, succumb to this exclusive beauty and let your spirit take it's flight.

You tiptoe on eggshells to keep from slipping through the crack. Times have changed, life is mean... I'd give almost anything to take it all back. 
- You erase and delete your own memories after sailing through your day. It's wrenching to me from the inside out, to know you live this way. 
- You've learned to be so resilient, so grown up, wise and bold. I'm aware of the hell you're facing and also aware of the hell untold. 
- You're ridiculed for nothing more than simply being you. You hide, unseen, tucked away. What else are you to do? 
- You're wandering about, lost and left with hopes of being found. You're trying hard to keep your head up, while picking your knees up off the ground. 
- The types of thoughts that run through your head, others have no clue. You grasp the good that occasionally comes your way, for blessings seem so few. 
- Time drags on slowly as you wish it would hence fast. Stand tall with your head above the water and this will all soon be past!

I know sometimes things seem hard and life can seem unfair. At times you may feel alone, as if there's no one around to care. 
- You put your best foot forward, give it your hardest try. Yet, at the end of the day you're so discouraged, as you wipe the teardrop from your eye. 
- At times you may feel alone, as if no one at all can see...you're making the best with what you have, to be all that you can be. 
- Your days may seem very dim, with no promise of any light. No progression to smiling faces, as your hope fades from sight. 
- I know this is how you feel. This person once was me, but take my hand, let's walk together. There's something I want you to see. 
- Look how far you've come and gotten. Look how much you've grown. Things will ease with each passing day. Just promise me you'll keep holding on!

In every wake I'm awakened, I venture an aimless path and this life is getting old. 
- A hollow mass I can barely fill. Fortune does NOT favor the bold. 
- Praying for forgiveness before turning in each night...an opportunity, just one more chance to again make things right. 
- Once a life in the palm of a hand, seeming gently to be held...but with realization of current mishaps, again it's fulfillment failed. 
- A boundless void more painful, than any eye can see. Yearning for belonging, my placement that now, only used to be.

Doors aligned in a so-called neighborly fashion, adorning tags consistent with a numerical or chronological order. 
- Comers and goers are the brief possessors of these doors with numbers- their insides seemingly locked tight within. 
- Few and far between, familiarities tend to be noticed among these passers through...perhaps being held within a name or even a face. More often than not, these drifters seem as if to be blown by the wind, most likely never again to cross paths with your own. 
- The hours of slumber and wake amidst this dwelling are various and sundry...could suppose it's dependent upon a schedule or perhaps a routine. 
- Whether accommodating a lengthy occupation or just swiftly passing through, there is certain to be another with your likeness .....a familiar stranger among these arranged doors with numbers.

If I had a dime, for every time, your sweet face crossed my mind...I'd never again be without and my life would be rich, I haven't a doubt! 
If I was given a penny, I'd have plenty, for the times you saved me and didn't even know, my pockets would be lined, heavy and full - I'd have so many to show! 
If I was offered a nickel for every smile you put on my face, nothing could compare, those nickels would take first place! 
If I possessed a quarter for every day I'm proud to be your mother, all the world's quarters would belong to me, I'd have more silver than any other! 
If I could give my every dollar to prove my love for you is true, I'd never have enough money but I'm happier just loving you!

A well known, "hole in the wall," kind of place. The thin door is my only separation from the outside world. The traffic that can be heard never ceases, at least not for long. 
Common drapery, common commodities, colors of common upon the walls slowly become more visable with the sun's new again arrival and the chattering amongst those nearby awakens. 
The sun now lazily ascends atop the horizons and with it, the induction of life again as it's a brand new day. 
Consistent commotion and shuffling to and fro, in and out, serve almost as if an invitation or reminder that my participation and appearance are now due. 
Though repetitive and much more common than, "just so," my seclusion inside these walls allows an almost comforting confinement, my own solitude and oneness. 
If only these walls could talk - adventures and misadventures alike would likely be told of the passers through here... but this simple, square room has never a story to tell nor a word to utter. Instead, a mere stripping and changing of linens and an always anticipated arrival for the next brief possessor of it's common adoption