“You may trod me in the very dirt.
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”
Simplicity
To find the awe within your mind and explore the ways it works,
Or absorb the colours that surround you and the wildlife that lurks,
These bring about belongings which will never break or fade,
For every time you are truly here, lasting memories are made.
It’s Not Your Fault
For years I have carried a huge source of pain,
One riddled with guilt that runs deep through each vein.
I blame myself for what happened, I didn't say no.
But I was a young girl, and I didn't know.
Behind Her Eyes
Why then beware of this young running girl,
You see out there every day?
Because that young girl has experienced life,
In a totally different way.
The lessons she’s learned and horrors she’s seen,
Have taught her things most people deny;
As they wander about in ignorant bliss,
Of what caused that look in her eye.