Starlight wings white as snow,
Illuminating the night sky.
Will you take me?
Can I reach you?

The resonating sound of love,
Sends ripples through the ocean of my heart.
Once an endless abyss,
Now harbors summery waters.

Your words imbued with sunlight,
Drive away the most torturous thoughts.
As the notes of your dulcet voice,
Echo through the airways.

The rhythmic beat of your heart,
Like the ticking of a clock.
I hear it.
I feel it.
I need it.

Oh, bearer of radiant wings;
I continue to climb higher;
Continue to work harder,
Continue to stand taller.

I will fly with you;
I will reach you;
And I will touch you;
As you have touched me.

She sits alone,
doesn't want anyone to know,
she's not a ******,
but the choice wasn't her own,
by night her oldest protector, and friend
takes a piece of her time and time again.
She doesn't fight, but always cries
"Daddy, how could you do this my protector and friend"
One day I asked her why she's always alone
she started to cry and took off her jacket
behold her arms were covered in scars
when I asked her why she said
" There is a slash for every time my oldest protector and friend has taken a piece of me"
I sat and counted every scar on her pale skin and when I was done I also started to cry
How could someone do this to one so beautiful?
I asked why she didn't eat and she replied
" maybe if I was skinny he would stop"
I told her she was beautiful but she thought  that it was a lie
so I cried
" I asked her why she didn't tell someone and she said
" why should she he's my oldest protector, and friend"
I replied if you told it would stop
she got up and asked if I would come with her
Yes I replied
we walked together and I cried while she told
" he wasn't her oldest protector or friend"
Later that night I talked to her on the phone
she told me her father was arrested and how she felt so lost
I told her if she ever  needed me just pick up her phone
She called me two weeks later and I talked her out of suicide
Three years later
I got another call
she told me how she's pregnant, but not sure if she's ready
I told her to have faith, because things will always work out because she has me her protector and friend.

I sit all alone fearing conversation,
I know that if I talk the truth will come out,
my life isn't good, or great, or even okay,
when I go home tired from the day.
I go to my room and cry,
because I know that all my smiles are fake,
and that when my mom comes home I will receive a slap in the face,
she want ask how my day was, or ask my if  things are okay,
she want notice the cuts on wrists where five minutes earlier I  made more then one slash,
because my mom loves to drink more then loving her own kid

Birth is the beginning of life
5 is the beginning of long years in school
18 is the beginning of adulthood
21 is the beginning of a time of parties where you can drink
there are many more beginnings in life,
but the most treasured moment is when you realize that you just brought a beautiful baby into the world,
and you realize that from that moment on you most do what it takes to protect that bundle of joy.