When I remember my past I pity
Thinking of the little girl who didn't notice a thing
until it was too late,
Thinking of the young woman who lost her inner voice
and started to hate.

Did you ever think about the scars you would leave
when your eyes sliced like knives?
Those silent stares.
You placed a muzzle on what was me
Yet your pain I did bare.

Numb, the light left my eyes but you didn’t see.
My thoughts forever locked inside
to escape the scrutiny,
Waiting for the day I would break free
of that bond's agony.

When I finally took that step you smiled
believing I couldn't walk too far with those shackles.
I clenched my fists,
Continuing my journey to freedom,
crossing off my lists.

My smile is no longer fake but true.
What I do is no longer for you.
I speak my mind
And friends I find
Who accept me for who I am.
I am no longer your lamb.

Are you shocked that I don't run back to you
after all that you did?
It is your turn to make a journey
to discover what it means to be a friend.


- Scarlett Van Dijk

Her lips move
but there is no sound

Her eyes shine
but there is no light

Her hands freeze
but there is no chill

Her fingers coil
but there's no handhold


He gives voice
but the words are lost

He lights fire
but it turns to embers

He pulls close
but is pushed away

He reaches out
but does not find


No more sound
No more sight
No more warmth
No more touch
Nothing

Out of sync


- Scarlett Van Dijk