A girl
A girl who needed help to learn how to handle her emotions
A girl who was told he was disrespectful when she expressed anger or sadness or fear
A girl who learned to shut up and cry alone
A girl who loved to dance on stage and look pretty and be happy so she stopped telling people when she wasn’t  

A teen
A teen who was angry about why she had to move to a new home and a new school
A teen who wanted to do good but also knew things weren’t right at home
A teen who couldn’t tell anyone how she felt because she was always wrong when she did
A teen who found a boy who had no problem telling her what to feel and how to think and what to do

A young woman
A young woman who listened to the boy and decided to grow with him under his direction
A young woman who tried her hardest to do the right thing but knew something was wrong and she needed to make a change
A young woman who was offered a bottle, a line, a pill, and felt better for a while
A young woman who saw death stare at her in the face when his hands were around her neck
A young woman who decided to make a change
A young woman who left it all behind

A woman
A woman who was lost and scared and alone for a long time
A woman who made new friends little by little
A woman who rebuilt her life little by little
A woman who now has a career, a stable life, and a good man
A woman who can see a healthy future ahead
A woman who is still working on feeling safe when she is vulnerable
A woman who is a work in a progress

She is a fallen woman
from the Holy Sea,
a broken sample
from the Fairlight,
dressed in whispers and vines.

The wretched wind
says many things to her:
"lament no more over
your emptied ******...
follow the glum west end sky
to the treasures of America."

Her intangible items
go first: two figurines,
two tin daughters
travelling with the wild dogs,
asleep in the backseat,
kept as contraband
until she pays with
coral, jade and pearls.

But ******'s
in her veins, telling her
the kids will keep,
as she slips beyond
the black rainbow
and into 'paradise'.