tHRice uPon A tIME didN't wORk
bROken saDNeSS disGUISed as FAIRy tALEs
misTAkeS disgUISEd as LOve
sCaRRING mY hEART, my SOuL
wOUnds unSEEn aRE the MosT deadLY kiND
Yet, I RIsE froM the ASheS
oF pASt bRIdgeS bURNEd
dESpiTE tHE obSTACLes, wALLs of fLAmes
i SURVivE as aLWAys
tHEy canNOT brEAK me
I've ALREady bEen brOken
Drawing by Amber Stanford
Poem by Jason Sinner