Say My Name.
My name is…
Will you say my name?
Can you see my struggle?
My name is Lost.
Will you find me?
Can you be my compass?
My name is invisible.
Will you see me?
Can you give me light?
My name is hopeless.
Will you lift me up?
Can you give me peace?
My name is Mental illness.
Will you give me tomorrow?
Can you show me a new way, forward?
My name is?
Will you say my name?
I am no longer hidden.
What is my name!
Say my name.
Can you say my name?
A Broken Piece of My Heart.
A Broken Piece of My heart still misses you.
You are a broken
Piece of my heart that
cannot be put back together.
My mind still thinks of you.
You are a melancholy memory.
I draw upon the well of living water
to sustain me.
Time does not heal a broken heart.
It becomes a measurement on earth
until we meet again.
When Becky became homeless, it was too easy for her to become hidden in plain sight.
To easy for people to walk past, drive by or cast judgement on her situation.
She was no longer Becky.
She became “the homeless lady.’’
Like many people in her situation, they have a name.
They are someone.
Say their name.
I want everyone to know, my little sister Becky was more than a label- she was loved.
Say her name.
Say their name!
3rd Year Anniversary
It has been 3 years since Becky left, but she is not forgotten.