I’ve always had a dream of this
Girl.
She was lost,
Lost indeed,
Trapped with greed,
And spoke hard cases to
Plead.
She was a winner deep down inside,
But a loser when it came to her
Pride.
She didn’t care what the cost may be,
All she knew was that she was
Ready,
For life and to take that
Ride.
Her demons gave her no place to
Hide.
She was like a lost sheep.
Sleeping in the peaceful
Meadows,
But it was hard to
Sleep.
Every day she woke,
Her pain ran so deep.
Every soul she touched was a soul to
Reap.
She gave her time,
Giving advice,
Helping other people making
Sure they was alright,
But when it came to back to her,
Her life wasn’t all
Tight,
But this dream shone a light.
My grandma always said pray and let things
Be.
But I needed to know,
Who that girl was,
And come to find out.
That girl was;
Me.
                                                


  -Ma­rci H