Only when it is dark enough, you can see the stars.

I wrote this poem first over a year ago about a girl that I was working with at the home. She left shortly after I wrote this poem, and I didn't hear from her until she found me on the internet about two months ago, we have since then been back in touch and I have seen her regularly, she is doing much better. Here is a look at the poem and a way to end of a happy note. The cloud passes over By, Meghan Vooris It was first the eyes that drew me to her depths unknown to me there are waves in there thoughts darker than night she'll tell me to go when she cries for me to stay abandoned. alone. full. stronger, harder, tougher It's not the emptiness that carries her it's the longing to be full again Once left over and over the pattern has been set repeating without sympathy without giving in a deeper cut when she sees the blood the wounds make sense how can I hurt without bleeding the warmth spills over spills from her veins how do we apply pressure to a wound you can not ...

Well its spring officially, which means the weather is warmer, the sun shines longer, and I don't have to wear two pairs of pants to go outside anymore. With spring, usually comes spring cleaning. Miraculously my number of clients has increased, and in my opinion because most people don't just clean out from under their beds in the spring, but also any extra baggage they are hanging onto as well. I know I am. The home that I volunteered in for over a year and a half closed in the middle of July, the last time I ever went to Aldea Maria Reina was June 22, 2011, that was almost four months ago. It was a really nice closing for us as volunteers and hopefully for the girls that spent anywhere from a few months to several years of their lives there. There was all the appropriate Chilean wonders of a Despidida, including soda, chips, cake and lots of reggeton music playing. The volunteers had planned a special closing  activity. We bought all 30 girls that still lived at the home g...