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  May 2014 Holly Christensen
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
Is it normal?
Is it okay?
To spend every waking moment,
Every hour,
Of every day,
Thinking,
Deep in thought,
I never rest,
My head is reeling,
Is that how it's supposed to be?
My head hurts,
It's never ending,
What's the matter with me?
I am strength and I am suffering.
I wonder who I will become.
I hear screams from my throat, though I fear only I can hear it.
I see tears of desperation running down my cheeks.
I want the pain to leave my body.
I am strength and I am suffering.

I pretend to live in a hate free world.
I feel pain but only a smile shows.
I touch my skin and it feels ice cold.
I worry what the truth holds.
I cry when no one is around.
I am strength and I am suffering.

I understand that life is only as hard as you make it.
I say that I’ll be fine, but sometimes I wonder.
I dream of love and constant happiness.
I try to move on.
I hope I can survive it.
I am strength and I am suffering.
I wrote this almost three years ago now, but still, every single bit of it is true.
When I was young I was told,
eyes  are like a window to the soul,
beautiful,
all different,
all fighting their own battles,
your shell is hard,
but your soul is pure,
I see you,
I see your beauty,
and and all of the sacrifices you've made,
the pain and suffering within,
don't be afraid,
for my darling,
I wont hurt you,
this journey is yet to begin...
Some times,
I am confused If this liquid around me,
tear drops or blood,
this night has felt like a life time,
it has cut me open,
and left me exposed,
yet I fear it is longer till morning comes...
You
like a bird in a cage,
clip my wings,
I have no need to stray from you,
burrow me deep,
in our nest,
keep me warm,
help me see the good in every day,
wake me,
with a song...
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