note: the following poem is about my best friend jaimie. although not my biological sister she means just as much to me. this took place during a hard time in her life. i wrote this poem for her and it finally made her snap back after reading it so here it is...

she sits in the dark corner, empty. tears flowing from her eyes and puddling on the hard cold tile floor. she does not move does not speak. only stares into space. it is her private hell.

it seems i've lost her forever. that she'll never be the same. never feel anything but bitterness in  her heart. not even bitterness. nothingness. she's vacant. her soul too battered and conquered to move.

i sit next to her and hold her hand. there is no response. i kiss the back of her hand. then she does the unexpected...smiles. she smiles at me. its then that i know she'll survive. that she'll come back to me. we sit laugh and cry together. and through the open window we watch the sun rise and feel the warmth of its rays on our skin.

and not once do i let go of her hand....my beautiful jaimie's smile lingers