What she sees is dark in color,
a life of bitter pain.
The terror deep within her mind,
with no one to explain.
She tries to fight it
but no one sees,
the horror that she bares.
The other half seems to win,
but does any one really care.
This is just a poem that sometimes portrays another part of me. A part that I don’t care to show very often. I spent many years in a dark hole so to speak and don’t care to go back there. I hope that if you find yourself in a dark place or dark hole, that you ask for some help. Remember, you are not alone.
You are a sister to be truly proud of ! ! !