Saturday, November 16, 2013


She was a shell
Empty and alone
Where could she go?
Who could she tell?

Was easier to stay
To accept defeat
It was easy to believe

They all looked away
And left her alone
They turned their heads
To any broken bones

She did her best
She gave it her all
When asked "What happened?"
She said
"Oh just a fall"

Years went by
She learned to adapt
She learned how not
To make him mad

She learned how to please
Just what to say
She learned to make sure
HE had a good day

Those looking on could not see?
Would not see?
The pain that was so deep inside of me
Was it easier to look away?

Distance and time
Closed for me
There was a hand that
Could be reached

A hand with a face
From the past
A hand that only for
A short time would last

I held on to that hand
With all my might
I pulled myself up
I learned how to fight

Three years will soon have past
And now I see
Life should be.

Written in celebration of my freedom.
Dedicated to the face from the past.

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