Forsaken, forgotten, hidden from view
Searching for value true
Heart burdened with despair
Soul ponders depth of care
Fearfully and wonderfully made
Struggle with the masquerade
Difference between truth and real
Narrative effectively concealed
Listens to hear opportunity knock
Discerns only thunderous tick, tock
Time passes ne’er to return
Anxious to satisfy yearn
Pasted smile, shadowed eyes
Only He can turn the tides
Mature butterfly, crippled wing
Agonizingly awaits indications of Spring
Becky J. Miller
“Warrior Princess”