In a crowded room
the walls echo a
small child's laughter and play
resounding in the chaos of
scattered toys and tattered clothes
filling the emptiness....
The shadows dance upon the floor
as she edges her
way to a quiet solitude.
Falling slowly,
her body crumbling
upon the hardwood floor
Her head rests against the coolness
as swirling voices
wage a battle within.

Inside
she is dying
she wonders why they can't see
All the torment and her crying
Tick .. Tick....
time slips away.
The decision she has made
to take the cowards way.
One more day to cherish
and reminence
of her younger days.

Feeling so useless
like a broken toy
She welcomes the endless quiet
that soon she will embrace,
She doesn't consider her family
only an exit from this place

A flash of a curly blonde head
explodes into her surreal world
interrupting her self pity
and leading her away
To a stark realization that
nothing is worth losing your life
and causing more pain, sorrow and strife.
Gathering this wonderful child
closely to her chest
she thanks God for this sign
that she is never really alone.

In a crowded room
the walls echo family
reflecting the love
that sometimes we are too blind to see.
1/2002