The Disappearance

[Guest Esperanza Xochitl]

Between the words I speak with a smile

Tears fly like sparks over a mile

And I tell the world all is better

Then sit down to write a letter

I will never be okay

I will not tell you so

I long for that day

When I finally get to go

I'll slip quietly into the night

I'll scream though I'm not in sight

I'll fall to the concrete in the dark

For that tear flying like a spark

[Guest therisa]

Esperanza, you paint a beautiful but sad picture, which I can identify, all to well, with. Hoping this is a temporary down period for you, as you move further on, with your journey of healing and growth.

hugs

therisa