Like Howls to the Moon that Echo against the Cosmic Crust
Struggles and Tragedy and the Triumphs ..
Internal Screams, Deep Tissue Scars, Abandoned Trust
What Rhymes with Tragic Feels like Black Magic
A warm winters Day ..
Let go before it molds you like Clay
Anger, Pain and treachery grow if you feed it
Becoming an Addiction and you badly need it
Cries in the night , Silent Lucidity ..always wondering why
Hopping on that Gypsy Train , Never saying bye.

A way of Life a time of Day and  No absolute reason to …Stay.
Its not your back that is Broken , it is the Burden you Carry
Just a Catholic girl they often called Mary.

Let it go gifted Sister , they have forgotten and will have never missed her.

A daunting tale , a poisoned Dream
A Naïve chance it will never be as it seemed
An infinite Haunting that turned this Orphaned girl into a Queen.
Faith required Fierceness and an undaunting grace to Forgive.
A sacrifice dually notioned for the will to Live.
A Life of Servitude her Story told
A small price to pay for a Love worth more than Gold.