The child cries
As her lips tremble in fear
I sit there watching her tears
Shush little child
It will be alright
You can put away your armor
There is no need to fight
With shaky hands I put them on her ears
Hoping to drown away all her fears
I reassure her that this will make her stronger
But I can't help but to ponder
What a child has done to deserve all this pain
When there is only trauma here to gain
I pray this child will heal
And sadness won't be the only thing she feels
But as I hold her in my arms
I feel somewhat torn
For the child is me
The inner child that needs to be set free
From all the pain and misery
That she holds in fear
A pain that is shown so clear
It'll be okay my child
I'm sorry that they were so vile
Just let me hold you for a little while
YOU ARE READING
written from the soul
PoetryListen to my deepest and darkest secrets slowly revealed in a jumble of metaphors and similes :)