Dreams In The Dark

"Behind the doors, a girl is waiting to shine,"
She whispers under her breath every night,
And she looks to the golden stars, so divine,
Clasping her hands together, she holds on tight.

And her chest lifts and falls, with every breath,
Beating to the tears streaking her porcelain face,
But her eyes, they tell stories of brutal deaths,
As she holds onto her last hope of saving her grace.

She can hear the fights through the thin white walls,
The slurred words break her apart at every seam,
And there's a crash as the next beer can falls,
But she stumbles on through her broken dreams.

The moon casts down on her, a miniature spotlight,
And she acts out lines in the middle of the night,
With bruises on her cheeks, and cracks in her heart,
The dreams in the dark keep her from falling apart.

-Jenna Elphick
May 2, 2007