You're so lost,
but do you want to be found?
Someone might hear you if you speak louder,
why do you refuse to make a sound?
They've worked their way up some ladder,
but you took the elevator down.
Darling, where are you now?

Can I ask you if you see a light?
Listen to me dear, everything is alright.
I need to know you're gonna be okay.
Do you know the year, the month, or the day?
Darling, please, say something out loud.
I'm starting to get worried and your mom is freaking out.

We just want to see you get help.
But what you feel now,
we've never felt.
We're not quite sure what you need.
But we try, baby doll.
That, you've got to see.

Will you please just give us your hand?
Help us see, we want to understand.
Maybe we should just leave you alone,
but we can't, baby girl.
Please answer your phone.

I think it's time for us to give up.
We've tried everything and we've had enough.
You're just not the daughter we want,
Your sisters so sweet, why are you such a ****?
You are so ****** up in the head,
Why did we have to have the girl that was born dead?

What's that you've got there?
Here, let me assess.
Trust me, I'm a therapist.

Let's peel back the bandage on your pain,
and compartmentalise your vulnerability
into units we can measure.

Just don't ask me how I am.
I'll change the subject.
Gracefully, mind you.

Besides, I'm fine anyways-

(it only hurts when I breathe)

Hold it high
Let everyone see it
The illuminating torch
Who is making everyone smile

Let them see the source
Who is bringing wondrous joy
and a means of working in the night
Shine it bright
Crank it to the highest output
Shine it towards everyone
Search for the lost ring
Search for gold
Search what you want
But remember
to keep the torch light
and illuminate
those people
with the
kindness
and
joy
that you possess

Perchance*

A lovely word, a lovely sound.

Perchance,*

When I was resurrected as two bodies,
A pair of cuffed links coupled,
In My Salad Days.

With the fresh taste of freedom,
A first-born infant survivor,
At a ripe old age,
I, rebirthed, and to the fore,
Risen.

In My Salad Days,
When words fell from smiling lips,
Rain and tears flew upwards,
Each and every breath was an

Amen.

All Per Chance.

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Postscript:

“To die, to sleep -
To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...”

― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

"To fall, but rise -
To rise, perchance to be reborn, ay, rub one's eyes in disbelief,
For in this reincarnation, who knows what dreams may come..."
~~ Nat Lipstadt, Perchance