Don't Cry For Her

Dear World,
This is the story of a woman.
She was not extraordinary, she was not a savior.
She was a person, one of the six billion
Passing you in a crowd.
She did not stand out, she did not blend in.
But she was.

She had a happy childhood,
And like most she had one.
With parents, and friends
That came around occasionally.
A walk from school, a walk back.
Birthday cakes and balloons.

In her Tween years
She dreamed of princess,
And her happily ever after.
Her blond haired, blue eyed prince.
Though to her surprise, but none other,
He didn’t come.

She had a sad teen hood,
She turned to the dark.
It slowly consumed her
As people passed her by.
No one reaching out a hand,
No one to know how.

And now she lays seventeen,
For forty years.