When aroused from deep slumber
She remembered a dream
It played out so vividly
She was driving down a winding, unknown road
Passing trees, full of leaves and just seeing all the life around her
She had initially thought what a beautiful dream to have
She had pulled over without much thought
A small innocent bird with a broken wing
It looked into her eyes searching for hope
She remembered nothing else after
She had started to cry
She didn't understand why
Then in another moment she visioned a young child
The silence of that bird haunted her
The look in its eyes that said I am broken
It was much too late..
Every story of a young life taken especially from suicide saddens me. I just wish somehow I could save one life, from being broken.