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.

Haven't been able to come up with an apt description for this collection of poetry. It translates into a flow of words, a rant of sorts, that I fail to verbalise. It's written, for the purpose that writing, is my way to put forth the words I never said, either never spoken, or gone unheard. This, to all extents of the meaning, is quite literally, My mind, on a page.

Who is Ms. Amnesia? Is she that girl who lost her memory? No, don't pity her. She's the girl who lost her past, her present. And maybe even her future. The girl who chose this, long ago. Maybe even knowing the consequences and sacrifices she made just to start all over. She lost her memories for a reason. No one knows why, not even her. All she knows that she has to start all over to see if she lost everything for nothing.