Tell Me How.

How?
How does one
Readjust to a place
Where She feels
As though She
Does not belong?

She smiles.
She laughs.
She sings.
She dances.
She is full of hope.
She wishes.

Then Boom.
She hurts.
She cries.
She wants.
She needs.
She breaks.
She bleeds.
She's lost.

In a matter
Of minutes,
Hours, Days,
Weeks, Months,
Her World
Flips Upside Down.
She has to start over
From scratch,
And repair Herself
Just to survive;
Only to be Forced
To start over
Again.

All She ever wanted
Was to be wanted,
To be needed,
To smile,
To laugh,
To sing,
To dance,
To wish,
To be happy,
To be Herself.

Millie J. Skosher