The swirling veil of waking mist
Was swept aside as morning kissed
The sleeping world that lay below
And waking winds began to blow

She felt it in her heart that morn
A sense of smallness so forlorn
And even as the breeze danced round
The life in her could make no sound

With silent scream and wordless needs
On paper blood red ink she bleeds
And heart and soul she bares to all
Each page a brick in hearts cruel wall

And on the world she leaves her mark
As shadows creep in somber dark
Her poignant words all that remain
Evidence of the life she lived in vain

This is another collaborative poem, and this time I had the pleasure of working with Michael from Afterwards.  All of his words are italicized.  Thanks so much Michael, for working on this with me.  I really love how it turned out.  😉