April 21, 2005
My reflection is not what I see. It is not what I feel it does not match my heart nor my scarred and sensitive soul. I asked you to heal me, take this thing from me show me the openings within me that will always keep me close to you, feeling secure from this world that has chewed me up and spit me out. I am opened to you to pull me in, pull me close safe from the cold and the violence that has choked the threatened the child within me, stop me from hating, I don't want it.