She was told from an age so young that she indeed possessed all the magic she needed within herself to set the worlds to right.
She placed daisies in her long black hair and skipped to the beat of her own made songs she sang to herself each and every day she was alive.
She was often alone rarely with friends as she found comfort in the faeries she spoke and sang to while the swing blew her hair in her face.
She giggled when with her only little sister to whom she adored more than each breath she took each and every day even more.
She stood firm at home never allowing her fathers drunken words of pain penetrate her self made wall of anger, hatred and despair inside her mind there stood angels.
She closed her eyes at night wishing the demons to disperse into the heavy winds that howled through the rafters reminding her she was infact alive.