Born

Born to a girl so small and weary, tearstained and forgotten in her bedroom as the voices grew louder between mother and daughter, her sister. Amazing what the mind will do to create some since of peace, a safe haven to protect it from itself. This was what I was born to, to this child a year ago.

Her happy little mind convulses with nightmares that storm through her mind, All while I dance in the rain. Darkening her thoughts, poisoning the pink jello goo she calls a brain.

Protection at its greatest with a name so simple it haunts her thoughts as to what she'll do under my control. Sarah. The daytime nightmare she dreams and screams everyday that she lives. This is our home, our heart, our lives. We are one.