She woke up every day

Struggling to get on her feet,

She heard her mother say “Teeth! Teeth! Teeth!”

To coax out even a grin that was so rare

one cant help but think that the chances were better

to see a cow jump over the moon

When we found out that she was depressed we got on our knees

Begging her to hold on with us

Until we could find a solution to her sadness

We saw she was unhappy but could not figure out how to heal

Those scars on her

Wrists, hips, stomach, and other parts of her skin

But what we could not see were the deep wounds within

That broke down her spirit

And drained her soul.

She went to bed every day

Waiting to die

Even then she would say “boy, who am I

To cry to myself about things that are worthless

Like my socks on the shelf

Being so out of order they can’t find their way

onto my feet

Or the pile of laundry on my floor

That has lain there for weeks

 because I don’t have the energy

To deal with these meaningless  things

But who am I to determine their worth

When I cannot determine my own?”

She climbed into bed and turned out the light

Wrapping her grandmothers blanket around her so tight

That her pain went away for 

Just a one, single, second

The stars shone brightly that night

Luring her into a deep sleep

The moon wrapped its arms around her

And brought her to his keep

Where the cows jumped over the moon

And she flew into it’s cocoon

Taking comfort in her nest

she made the final decision to stay

and leave behind all the rest

We found her the next day

With a smile on her face

And our final goodbyes were said

So that she could finally, peacefully

Rest in her bed.