The face of a stranger Haunts me, It’s my brother Looking distant, Drunk with regret, melancholy, sorrow Though we couldn’t know, What was behind The constant blindness, I wonder now... Why were you running? Now, the face of a stranger, Haunts me, It’s you, It’s the same distant sorrow Painted on your face Trying to forget, Etched in the lines of your features, In the tiny, wrinkles next to your Light, blue eyes. I don’t know why, Strangers' faces haunt me - So much, lately. I wish I could see your face, Ask you, why? But, I can’t. And, I never can. Maybe that’s what haunts me, occupies my thoughts, When faces of strangers Haunt me, It is their likeness, And, their foreignness, That remind me, I can’t ask. And, I never can.

You don't know me... As I am today. Only as I once was. You don't know what... It took me to get here The war in my head You don't know the... battles I've fought to get here. You don't know the... Strength it takes to face each day. You don't know when... it will be when You see me again. You don't know... My story Or I yours.

She knew a need, One of which was a dire. That lite a fire. Insider her there was something more that needed a voice she felt like she had no Choice. But to Listen ... To what Others couldn't Say... To the quiet they carried to the words they typed instead of speaking. To the ache that arrives in stillness from they other side. Knowing this time there will be a response One of which was familiar.

I can't get mad at The wind. The wind blows and shows me That you're here with me I feel your presence loud and clear. it is the warm summers breeze. It is the music playing in my ears. It tells me you should have no fears. Sit and enjoy this moment. In this moment You are MEANT to be here. You are BIGGER than YOURSELF. Show others what you carry. © 2026 Lori Geddes (writing as Lxx). All rights reserved.

she was the girl that knew everyones name. But everybody but her to shame. others ran her over. Rushing. shoving, Angsty. All the while Finding her Voice In a way Nobody noticed. Because no one notices The girl Who never Pushed back.