An internal scream
That no one can hear
A silent tear slides down her cheek
A red stained arm
A feeling of harm
Loneliness and isolation
Her One occupation
She screams and hides
She fears and cries
Her battle has only begun
At the fire of the gun
A race yet win
A finish line on a whim
A dark tunnel
With am unforeseeable light
Her battle has only begun
She has much to learn
much harm will be upon her
But she will rise from the pit
The pit that once held her captive
Will no longer exist
For her face is upturned
Basking in the sunlight
She will learn to love
She will learn to trust
But most of all
She will learn to live
Her battle will always follow
A darkness lurking around every corner
But she will survive
Her faith will grow
Her scars will fade
A new future will emerge
One that only one can wonder what it holds
No longer a slave to fear
But a victor standing in glory
No longer isolated
No longer a slave of a blade
But a strong women walking alongside those who love her
Her story has only begun
She can only wonder what corner she will turn.
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Poetry
PoetryI have written some poetry, but want more input in them. They are slightly depressing, but maybe you can relate -K
