I am nameless
But my story has a title
Painful betrayal
Soaked with acid lies
Caused me
To lose my identity instantly

Faceless I am
Lost in the middle of sea
Sinking I am not
Though floating
It's not what I choose to be
Burned by the sun
I wish the heat will ignite
The spark of rage

Yet the wind
Keep put out the flame
And I drift
Into the island of nowhere
Not to be found
Neither to be saved

Where do I go from here
With bleeding heart
And wounded soul

But I know I'll be free
Healed and I'll soar

This is my story
And it's called
The art of survival

-Mary Elizabeth Graham