CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

Ella Hart, the most beautiful girl who barely ever speaks. Nor had they seen her smile, laugh, or even show the slightest amount of joy. Ella was constantly abused at home after the death of her mom, and only has one escape of all harm- she plays the violin. But when her dad breaks her violin, the only thing that brought happiness into her life, Ella almost killed herself until she was stopped and saved by HIM.

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

"you can call me mr. gilinsky." he whispered in my ear. "and you can call me mr. johnson."