Hi there, I thought I would post a permitted excerpt of a biography I'm working on. A true and raw story of, 'The Life of Someone'.

'Tell me where you go when you're alone in your bed, and the silence of night echoes your past.

Do the dream police invade your mind to ask how many have survived the cruel trickery of your existence, or, is she the only one you left broken?

In the time of golden hour, do you wake to walls and ceiling closing in, unable to move, your legs hold you captive, no longer free to walk, or run.

The birds sing outside for the new day, do you love, or hate this?

You stare once more to the ceiling above, so much time to think, and you remember her tiny body, an unconscious face, framed by blonde.

A car of three, grown men at that, in the black of night, did any let her be?

Only we know this. Where are they now, living with, and holding the torturous secret. One, is your brother, how does he now fare?

For all, your face is brave, a hero to most. This facade you must create, which you hope holds strong should your secret unfold.

Though, in the dark, you have no name, to me, you, are one, and the same.

When you're alone staring at the ceiling from your bed, you question the fate dealt you from the universe - 'Why me?' You rage.

Tears sting your eyes, as flowers wilted under molten sun.

And then you see,

If not you, then who?

The child you left scared, confused, lost, bloody, and broken?

No. This child has survived for decades. She is the hero, having carried your secret until it broke her back.

This child, now adult, her strength unmatched, has turned from the edge many times.

When you stare at the ceiling from your bed, do you think to confess how you hurt this child? 'Perhaps this might be penance,' say the shadows on the wall.

The shadows are wrong, all words ring cheap.

I shall let you know. As you stare at the ceiling from your bed, from your chair, or from your walking machine, and with no feeling in your legs, the child you bloodied and broke, now relieves her burden, she is free -

She walks, she runs, she lives - she wins.

Each act of your free will, creates the sum of your past.

All the best

Karma'