• Thoughts soaring to three years ago
    Heart pulling in both ways
    Remembering is such sweet sorrow
    I am changed
    Altered, now
    Because of my past
    My shell reflects my soul
    It is a dark place,
    A lonely place
    But I never give in
    So many happenings
    So many alterations
    Am I stronger for them?
    Or am I torn down
    Like a castle of sand
    On the roaring beach?
    I stand tall
    My black lined eyes
    My black lined heart
    I do not give in