She's cries under the pressure of finding love
She turns her back on what lies above her wanting nothing more than to be wanted and accepted
She walks in the path that screams save me from myself with threads of emotions attached to her
Her body aging from what was once new to what is now older with an imagination so vivid that it causes her salted wounds to raise above what nobody else sees
Somewhere in her heaven there's peace like no other
A journey to find the smallest faith in the world that takes away her reason to breathe; her reason for finding out who she is
She counts her days in seconds and her breath in hours like a discombobulated  calender
What she hoped for was simply the lost part of her; Her heart to be completed not by those who she consider family or friends but by the one that will save her from despair
Only a woman now that was once upon a time a little girl
She cries with her body more than she displays tears
A piece of hope in the world of the
unthinkable
She walks that path

By: Leory Santana Dawn