The words fall into emptiness
tattered and bruised from the journey
through tortured mind
and anguished soul,
so she gathers them
lovingly
piecing them together
patching worn pieces
into patterns.
She falters once
struck unexpectedly
by the new past
as she feels more than the words
that portray actions
yet betray little emotion.
She is the light to this darkness
the anchor to this drifting being
the succor to the anguished teen
the committment to this fearful soul
and the veracity to this desperate need.
She feeds the soul
threatens the darkness
edifies the mind
and unsings the terrors of childhood.
She is mentor.
She is friend.
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