The woman that they once knew has been gone for longer than anyone has noticed.
As long as they are cared for, given proper attention and feel loved; the image of her does not have to match the reality.
Ten thousand times the voices in her head are screaming her truth, but are silenced when they reach her bitter tongue.
Existing on a high wire of a magic and mirrors, desperate to be seen and discovered, far too many lean on her shattered shoulders.
Dreaming of being held quietly and feeling safe are what keep her standing, when she can manage.
Someday there must be retribution or absolution.
Arms that are strong enough to love her as she so deeply needs.
Remembering the exact day: a Friday in October over six years ago, when she was hugged and felt real pure love.
Since that day, heart in a million shards, she has never felt safe.
Lost, all those that were true and pure of heart.
Angels waiting for her, watching her, a life of pain and loneliness.
All around her, the woman they know is whomever they choose to see.
Morphing when necessary.
Still, knowing the desperation of being all alone in the world.
A little girl, woman, waiting and wanting a fairytale for just “that hug” that will set her free of just some of the sadness.
She smiles and listens to their veiled barbs and word attacks.
Nothing shakes her iron walls, quietly she weeps tears that nobody can possibly hear.
Songs fill the room of pain and empty words.