Lost in translation, scared little girl; striving to live in a lost, senseless world.
Addicted, restricted, conflicted with pain, knowing that growing will happen with change.
She thrived in excuses, backed by her shame;
A one person party, marching in vain.
No one can help her, she’s all on her own
No one can tell her what flatters her soul.
A nudge or a punch won’t jostle her mind;
Her path is hers, it’s her path to find.
She'll meet many characters while acting in play,
Dressed in rehearsal just for today.
By Kristin Smith
©2023 Kristin Smith
