Sitting With You

Sitting With You #4 She is often forgotten.Left to struggle on her own.Her cries are silent.Tears are endless.If only you could hear her.If only you could feel her.She's kind and gentle.Like a little child.She fights her way through each day.Standing with you she calls your name.But you're much stronger. You suppress her light.If only you could hear her.The tenderness in her voice.The fire in her soul.She would never hurt you.She only lives for you. Who is she?Who is sitting with you? Written By: Sharon Sussman

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