It Will Be Okay

She sat pen and sketch pad in hand.
Drifting off to another land.
Her brown eyes fixed to blank paper.
No voices or hands dare to reach to her.
She is lost in her mind.
Memories and lies keep her confined.
Slowly her hand reaches.
Gentle but swift with each stroke.
A memory, a song breaches.
And there is now room for hope.
But a tear slid down her face.
Blackened like a smokey haze.
Staring at the what she can create.
A girls face screaming in pain.
She keeps up her pens pace.
Each stroke so fast as if to erase.
The memories from which the pain was caused.
Now then she takes a small moment to pause.
She stares at the face before her.
Recognizes its broken torpor.
And now again with her pen.
She traces where blood spilled then.
What are now silver scars.
Hidden among her arms.
The picture is finished.
She stares at it with anguish.
The memories.
That are now painfull stories.
Storm her mind.
She is lost in time.
Suddenly.
And ever so gently…
A small hand reaches to her face.
She flinches as if she has braced.
For impact.
For more pain in fact.
Then again suddenly.
And again ever so gently.
A girl puts her forehead to hers.
She smiles and whispers.
"I am right here."
"Its all an old nightmare."
Her green eyes bright.
Her prescence a delight.
She took away the pen and sketch pad from her hands.
She disconnected her from the other land.
Blocked the girls brown eyes from the paper.
Because she has reached out to her and saved her.
She was not afraid.
She did not trick for a gain.
No only just to say.
"I love you."
And the brown eyed girl knew it would be okay.