Her bones shake as the fire does its ancient dance through her nerves,

As if you could see the volcanic pressure through her veins.

Her blood is scolding.

Her tears as vapors,

And this is pain.

Makes our air so thick with grief that it settles low and deep in our lungs.

choking now, biting down on the words so pointless to say.

We stand here powerless.

We pray for help;

And this is pain.

Almost as numbing as the chemicals flowing through another IV in the skin.

Just as piercing, this reality that this nightmare has become routine.

Our prayers are floating.

Our time is passing,

And this is pain. 

I can’t shake my disappointment,

But I can say it’s better still.

A dream that the morning never ended.

And I pray it never will.

Though it hasn’t turned out as I planned

The future isn’t for us to understand…

And it felt so unreal in the moment.

My heartbeat started standing still.

But at no moment did you break it,

And I know you never will.

Though the the power isn’t in my hand

I know my hope will still stand.

Hope He gave me in these daydreams.

I’m trying so hard not to let go.

The sun shining though my window, it seams

So much realer than you know.

Though my life is in Your command,

Your love comes shining through my window…

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And her heart is a living breathing scrapbook.

Full of cut up memories and dreams packed with places that she’s never been;

People she’s never seen…

Just waiting to remember where she is,

Or what she’s waiting for.

And you can see the clippings of her past

Following the track marks down her tired arms and legs.

You see the lost soul that she’s become.

No one could ever guess where she had come from,

But  all would lend a tale of what she’d done along the way.

But she’s still dreaming…