Dropped in the center of a sea of deception, left alone to discover the beauties and horrors that exist. Only one choice really, sink or swim. Children reminded her often that she amounted to nothing, so she began closing herself off to the piercing rejection. The mind starts to believe but the soul won’t let her be deceived.
Tired of the nightmares, no one to defend her, she would often see herself standing atop a mountain. Her mountain of solace from all the noise, the only friend she would let see her pain. The only time she could tell all the monsters to go.
Her eyes closed as she set adrift on an arid breeze. Grazing her damp cheeks a lone tear recycled, reminiscent of the sea, allowing oxygen back into her lungs. One day she would know the touch of a caring hand, not one of neglect. On this day she would stand atop the mountain and be everything she was capable of.