A Very Dear Friend

I have a friend,
A very dear friend,
I won’t tell you her name,
I don’t think she’d like that.

This single friend of mine,
Has gone through so much,
She has the battle scars,
Shone on her skin,
She wears them proudly,
With her head held high,
And a light sparkle in her eye.

People see them and they flinch,
They can’t help but think,
Even Christ himself would cringe,
At the sight of your scars.

I know this friend,
This very dear friend,
Doesn’t give a damn,
About what people think,
She’s a strong woman,
A mother of two!

In and out of foster care,
She does what she does best,
This single woman,
This mother of two,
She survives and lives another day.

Some days she draws a blade,
It glints in the sun,
Begging to slice through her skin,
Sometimes it gets its way,
Other times it doesn’t.

The scars from that blade,
Show the battles she’s won,
Show how strong she is,
Show that even though,
She wants to end her life,
Somewhere deep inside her,
She wants to keep living.

This friend of mine,
This very dear friend of mine,
Is someone I hope the world remembers,
I hope we will one day,
Read about the things she’s gone through,
And become, as a united world,
Aware that things aren’t how they seem.