Terrorist Body

She was young 

Not a care on her heart until she was eighteen and felt pain strike hard,

It started with her feet 

It echoed to her knees 

Leaving her cripple on days where she could barely breathe

A white coat stood there looking down at her

Blood rushing into the vials they aligned

She aspired to write,

She aspired to sing,

She aspired to change the world through everything,

Losing religion,

She lost all hope,

Eventually turning to dope,

It leveled off her reality

making it surreal,

The doctors prescribe her a long list of pills,

It wasn't to treat or to cure,

She was meant be stable and maintained,

One day it will fail and her body will break,

Until then it isn't a sin to breathe,

It is okay to laugh,

It is okay to dream,

She walks tall with pain echoing in her back,

Even though she had lost her hope,

She is living for the moment and not losing the battle,

She refuses to stand by as the world turns to shambles, 

For her brothers and her mother

She tries to leave peace,

For her father who hasn't yet realized the time is ticking and tocking,

She blocks her fears,

She aspires to write,

She laughs and she sings,

She aspires to be,

I know this girl because she is me.