That girl clogged with life...
She's choking, it shows
But she's got a promise
She doesn't know
but she's not alone

You were able to see when I was blind
and forever I am thankful to God
You knock somehow deep into my soul now

Maybe it was visible in between the cracks
maybe I was broken but some light
seeped out
my resistance
burning down

And now you tell me this and I am surprised
that someone saw past my antics
(I will always be crazy, that's my gift
but I can find ways to be crazy
which are truly me, ways that fulfill -
the blessed crazy marching towards the Sun!)
and my sickly side -who took control,
for years, I drowned, I drowned-
but there was a time
when it wasn't like this
it was in future
thank God I didn't get to die at 13

These poems mean nothing at all
I need to hold it in my palm
I ran away for years
but now I want to touch and be touched in turn