They said I was mature for my age
Did no one wonder where that came from?
What makes a child wise beyond their years
Did no one think that something was wrong
Surely my comments about him
About his true nature
Should have warned someone
Right?
Or was I just incapable of speaking up for myself
Of defending myself?
Was I lulled by the abuse
Or was my silence my consent?
But despite that
There is a pure child's heart in me
That sees the good in those around
Even when I have doubts
I will give the lost a chance to be found
I think my abuser thought that it would break me
Because honestly he hated me
Did he think my heart would be the cost
But deep roots are not reached by the frost
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My Heart is Like Strider/Aragorn
PoetryThere is purpose to the ramblings Ispired by Bilbo's verse about Aragorn in Lord of the Rings- All that is good does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost The old that is strong does not wither Deep roots are not reached by the frost From th...
