Soul Poem by Paige Johnson

There is, something special, about this girl
With her eyes aglow, Watch her red curls unfurl
From the knot, that kept them, out of her face
She spins on her own, to her slow steady pace

There is something, amazing, about this child
With her heart in her hands, beating strong and wild
She wears all her emotions at once, on her sleeve
Ask her to sing, and a tale she will weave

There is something beautiful, about this woman
She fights forever with the strength of ten men
Her soul is bright, stubborn and strong
Like this, She will forever, carry on

There is something wrong, about this, Young Miss
Within her core, something grows, deep within the abyss
Dark and twisted, it ruins her dreams
Gives her nightmares, nothing is as it seems

There is something, wretched, about this Disease
Its essences has consumed her, despite her pleas
The nightmares wont end, sleeping, she cries
Deep in her soul, weeping, she dies