Perhaps I should have listened to you when I lost my father. When childhood was stolen from me. When my innocence was taken without my permission. When my marriage fell apart. These were my secrets I wanted to keep.
At times I saw you as a lamb, timid and frail,
But now I see that you are a wolf in the night, A hawk in flight,
A woman warrior with invisible scars;
Scars that tell a story -- a story of love, loss and life.