Olivia

this poem is for my friend Olivia

Broken, Scarred, Beaten down,
Too lonely to even hear a sound.
Tarnished, battered, bruised beyond measure,
All because of someone's guilty pleasure.

Carrying the weight of what has been.
No more room to let Him in.
Sorrows crash like rising tide.
No one knows what she feels inside.

Somewhere, beyond the blinding hate,
A soul is waiting to escape.
One day it will find it's way
Back to the One who writes it's days.

Love you Lib. <3