Silence now fills the halls, where water colors used to paint these walls, as her first tear-drop falls. Behind a closed door her words will no longer be heard. But as we race the light dims. Her heart beat fades. The last breathe escapes.
Sound regains its strength, when she begins to find faith. She wipes her eyes. Center of attention, with a great audience she can not loose control. This tight wire seeming thinner by the moment. One foot in front of the next, she carefully retraces her steeps.
Stability grasps tight, like the hand that leaves the mark, she sits and watchs, as they second guess. This remission is only a test. One where they will no longer win.
Steady is the beat of the heart in her chest, long are the breathes that flow through out her lungs. Bright is the light she carries, high is the tight rope she walks. Carefully she acts out this scene. Once again showing that this is how it is ment to be. The past is in the past. Her picture perfect memories no longer paint the images of tomorrow.
She holds in her hand the key. The one that will bring her into tomorrow, yet allow her to carry along yesterday. One by one she lets us in. Until she trusts again.
Slowly she allows herself to learn from this mistake. By not returning to that place. No longer wasting away. At first it was hard for her to set aside the most important part. Living day after day without the fix. Her strength keeping her from returning to that disgusting place. No more late night deals, or early morning fix.
Strile is her life. troublesome is her past. With no regrets she moves forward,
Laughter fills the halls, vibrant colors paint these walls, no longer will I see her fall.