being no one and everyone makes me someone
comparable to many but exactly like none
deep digging for answers given by only one
jigsaw's complete my sight transformed
heartfelt caresses attach as i mourn
double sided intentions keep me torn
I accept the kind remarks
stroke away turmoil's spark
regain this song sung in the dark
reinstate freedom high above
soothe this wounded dove
remind her it's ok to love
and that healing begins with sharing one's gifts
and only through praising shall her spirits lift
and only then will all those painful memories shift