We need some light.
The morning sun,
the breaking dawn.
Midday warmth
and basking in the sun.
The setting sun,
the dying light.
We need some light
to see the truth.

I can feel each of your ribs
and in between them
tears unshed  
pain unspoken
love unrequited

She stood there,
Just stood there

Against the cold damp wall of the orphanage.

She just stood there,
Just stood there

As she watched the woman walk away.

Thumb in her mouth,
Rag doll in her hand

With lifeless blue eyes that stared out at nothing.

She’ll not know what is to become of her,
She’ll not know if she is to change the world,
Or to just be another face among the crowd.

She’ll not know whether significance will ever have any meaning to her.

She’ll never know.

The whiteness of my legs
Against the hard grey of the rock beneath them.
The skinniness of my white legs
Next to the tree trunk beside them.
The loud pounding in my chest
Next to the quietness of Earth.

Peace is here
It lives in the ground.
I can feel it seeping into my bones.
I smile as it fills me,
And continue my way up the mountain.