may the sunshine
find its way into your heart
clearing the debris
leaving its light
in the holes
that were empty
with blackness
birthing new life
into old wounds
forgotten but not released
from the cage it sits
nursing cuts and bruises
tourniquets wrapped around
like lolly wrappers
tightly
the bleeding stops
the skin begins the
repairing process
the heart pumps
the light into the body
from head to toe
attaching itself to every
fiber of this being
the harshness vacates itself
leeches no longer *******
the pureness of innocence
the small amount that she still retains
taken was everything else
except sanity
she kept that
despite all of the insanity
she was immersed in
of others, not her own