Amy. Jayce. Casey.
When we grew up
we did not intend to become
the women we have became.
As we have triumphed over misery
we have so escaped death,
yet in return,
have become death in the process.
We have lived as children stolen.
We have loved as youths misspent.
We have lost as ladies talented.
True. . .we have grown up
to be all but old women
in such a shortened time.
Life is beautifully broken.
We are beautifully broken women.