Her delicate smile radiated across the sand and far out to sea, reflecting the sun’s glow like a mirror. Through all her pain, she fought to protect the hope of her innocence: to survive. Her core was courage, and her aura transcended love. When you looked at her, you felt more than you could ever see. Her smile was her mask of invincibility — often surfacing even in her darkest moments of despair.
Absorbing the beauty into her heart, she strolled along the seashore, tracing the steps of the spirits’ shadows that walked before her — a barefoot angel barely making footprints in the sand.
Wavering in the wind, palm trees whispered that everything was going to be okay — their fronds delicately dancing as the seagulls happily sang their songs.
No matter how beautiful a person or place may appear, terrible things can still happen. A Song Without Music (full story) was written in honor of the suicidal women who have crossed my path. Heartbreak and tragedy can strike anywhere, and anyone.
