Sorrow’s child is born of suffering
She is hatched from the broken egg shell of lost love,
nesting in the Asphodel Fields of loneliness
Bereft of a mother’s touch,
A mother
who has left only the promise of absence as her legacy

For the child bears the burden of her abandonment like a badge;
A red banner across her face
that defies pity
and throws sympathy back in the faces of plastic smiles
In a world that cares only when the cameras roll
But when the glowing eye blinks off,
the hands that gave relief so freely now snatch it away
No longer bound in the cage of the spotlight, selfish greed wins over human kindness
and she is left in the cold,
shivering in the dirt of her birth

But she is stronger than most
She burns with the intensity of one who was born lost
She knows her way through the darkness,
has the scars of broken glass carpets and barbed wire beds to prove it
And she will not falter,
She will not fade away to become one of the Faceless;
the pale ghosts who wander and wail at the unfairness of their invisibility
She will survive