there is no better way to live

she sings

I soar above the all

and everything

a feast of wire and clouds

my home

instinct born

from nature’s wound

symmetric cycles

of seasons shifts

in timeless flows

of upward drifts

I speak to summer days

in spacious breaths

tempered seamless

of endless flight

in still of night

in moonlight’s veil

I dream as weave

in God’s percale

this is all I know

she sings

'There is no better way to live' She weeps

I dig deep within this skin

to stake my claim

in hollow ground

let your searching eyes

find other marks

let your needful words

break lesser hearts

let your grasping hands

touch other lives

let your willful mind

embrace it's lies

I journey alone

and this road is mine

soon, I will be a memory

but right now

you are clouding my horizon

It will be night soon

and the moon will light my path

It is all I know........

There is no better way to live' She cries

For as long as she could remember, she always wanted to be better.

And, sitting at a lone table in the cafeteria like she always did, she thought about what it meant to be good enough.

How she never was.

Pressure assaulted, stress crushed, and tension snapped her day after day.

But she was better than them, the kids who always had fun.

Made Cs.

Had friends.

Relationships.

Parents.

Birthday parties.

How hard she tried never seemed to matter.

She wanted to be like them, but they rejected her like they knew what she was.

Trash.

Memories flooded her mind in a wash of red embarrassment and rage, and she remembered.

When her parents didn't want her and abandoned her to the system when she was born, and given to foster parents who demanded perfection.

And how she was better, and gave it to them.

When she didn't make honor roll in elementary, they called her stupid.

And how she was better, and made it every year after that.

When she was thirteen and the first boy she wrote a note to threw it away, she asked him why and he told her she was fat.

And how she was better, and stopped eating every day.

When kids went to parties, she never got an invitation and found out it was because she wasn't cool.

And how she was better, and made money so they'd like her.

When she was seventeen and raped after given drugs put in her drink on her first date, she found out that she'd been used.

And how she was better, and realized that she would never be accepted the way she wanted.

Her rejection never changed.

No matter how much she did.

So she stood up, sighted, and showed everyone just how much better she was.