As a child she was the family hider,
The peacemaker and pleaser.
She felt everything that everyone else denied.
And it hurt,
she cried, and was belittled for crying.
Many years later,
The family began to call
At first for money,
For an ear.
And again and again,
Asking eventually for someone
To pick up broken pieces,
Older than she.
For nine other people
Or they would burn
Within the fire of their own chaos.
The spark of life and love
Gives her the grace and persistence
to carry all the glitz of each treasure
That so many refuse to see.
SickyBeat 