Her friend was No One
For many years
And No One listened
To all her fears
...
She stares at her reflection in a mirror,
fighting to assimilate the person she sees,
with the person she feels.
A stranger with grey hair and lines
...
We are the weak
So easy to say
Unless you have lived
In our heads for a day
...
When I am sad
and feel alone.
I close my eyes
and dream of home.
...
Trigger me,
in a shower of love.
My hand to my belly,
goes without thinking.
...