I look into her eyes and do not see my sister staring back.
I see a girl that is terrified of life trapped inside a woman.
I see what she's fighting
I see aches and bruises, uninvited *** and drugs consumed against her beautiful will.
I see my idol struggle and turn to me for guidance.
I want her to know peace that does not come from a prayer or priest
I want her to see the sunshine and breathe the wild air
I want her to know therapy that does not come from an office building
I want her to feel the fresh water slip between her fingers and wash her soul clear
I want to look into her eyes and see my sister.