I'm not sure if you might know this,
But your strength and your feistiness
Kind of remind me of my sis
Your words take away loneliness.
I had forgotten writing's draw
And the way the story can heal.
But we "met" when my wounds were raw
I couldn't help but love your zeal.
Your courage pulled me from abyss,
You showed me how not to hem-haw.
Your passion I just had to steal,
Your courage pushed me to write, Miss.