On the Edge

For those of you who have wondered, “What the hell happened to her?”

For the days I have wondered, “What the hell happened to her?”

For every scar left behind of torn skin, heart, and brain.

For every thought of joy and pain.

For every hour, of truths and lies.

For every second, of laughs and cries.

For the woman then.

For the woman now.

For the woman yet to be.

Soon, we’ll hear me. Soon, we’ll see me. Soon, we’ll bounce back.

And, we’ll all understand it together.

Until then, let’s begin where it all went down.